MY worst restaurant experience was at Whiskey Creek. I was with DH, DD and two friends. We had just come off a large trail ride and were trailering the horses home. Keep in mind we are very peaceful people, but I guess city folk can be a bit taken aback when they see pickup trucks with horse trailers parked outside and in walks 2 large weather beaten cowboys, their matching wives (one of which is wearing a NASCAR t-shirt) and an 18 year girl wearing her best "Daisy Duke" shorts. Yes, we are rednecks. We were seated fairly quickly. 30 minutes later, nobody had come and taken our order yet. The restaurant wasn't busy. My daughter (Squeaky Wheel II) went and found the manager. She politely told him that we still hadn't been waited on. 30 minutes and 2 complaints later, we had a waitress. We ordered our food and, of course, an hour later it still wasn't there. We sought out the manager a few times and said we would like our food. We tried very hard to be polite. We had just had a great trail ride and life was good, so we weren't terribly stressed. Finally, after being in the restaurant for 2 1/2 hours, the manager came over and asked us to leave. He said that the waitress claimed we were impossible customers and gave her a hard time. The only time we even talked to her was when she took our order!!! All of the other conversations were with the manager!! I thought maybe he confronted her about her bad service, and she lied. OK, now we were mad. DH and I both told him that we would never be back, we would tell everybody we knew about the bad service, etc. So we left. We always check the horses before we drive away so we were outside for a couple of minutes. We were not on their property. We were parked legally on a side road so there was no issue there. Before we left, a police car drove up. It seemed that the idiot manager called them because he thought that since we looked like "rural people" we might come back and hurt him.
We explained to the officers what happened. The officer said, "Yes, we figured that was the case. We've tried eating there too and can't get served. The manager always calls the cops. White people never get served there and he is always afraid that they will come back and retalliate." Then the policemen told us to have a nice day and proceeded to the restaurant to inform the manager that he shouldn't waste their time. Yes, the manager was a minority, but the waitresses were all white. It shouldn't matter anyway. There's no reason to treat people that way. And for cryin' out loud, a restaurant named Whiskey Creek with a western theme decor in a smaller city in the middle of Nebraska had better get used to serving "rural people"!!
Miracle Whip most certainly does NOT qualify as mayo. Its nasty stuff! JK
Other than the excellent lubricating properties of mayo (I have a dry mouth and can't eat dry food) mayo's best quality is the subtlety of its flavor. Even in quantities sufficient to let the driest bread slide down easily, it won't overpower the flavor of mild tasting ingredients like roast beef and provolone.
If I'm having a meats and cheeses with a bit more zest of their own, like cured ham and sharp cheddar, I like a stronger condiment as well, like mustard. Of course I put mayo on it too!
That is the worst restaurant story I've ever heard. "Yes sir, if you count asking our waitress to do her job as 'giving her a hard time,' then I suppose we were!" That's what I wish I would say in such a situation, anyway....in reality I would probably just be sitting there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
Argh. The freakin' audacity of those people. At the very least if they didn't want to serve you, they could have said so right from the start so you could find a better place to eat, rather than have you hanging around for hours!
Nobody should be treated like that. That's just disgusting.
I had a bad Miracle Whip experience when I first moved here. Maybe this is normal, but in my world it is not. I was invited to my friend's parents' house for Thanksgiving, and her mom was making a jello dessert with Miracle Whip. I didn't know the difference between Miracle Whip and Cool Whip, I thought they were the just different brands of whipped cream. Surely nobody would put mayo in jello, that was absurd. So when I bit into a mayonnaisey, jello-y dessert and had to politely finish it I thought I was going to die.
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I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
I hate mayo, too, for the record. And onions.
I spent about four years working fast food in HS and college. I was a manager for about a year.. Things happen, and it's not always blatant stupidity.. Doesn't make it any less dangerous when they happen accidentally, though..
I remember once I switched the clamshell grill height over from sausage to burgers, but didn't change either the temp or the time...either way, end result was my store manager walking up to me -- fuming mad -- with a bloody cheeseburger in her outstretched palm. And I mean bloody.. The customer took a bite and returned it immediately..
Like I said...total accident...but that could have made someone sick. I felt terrible.
I cared because I ate there, too, and I stopped a lot of horrible things from going down. Like when the last toasted bun hits the floor and you see your backline guy pick it up really quick...then look left, then right...then, just as he's about to apply it to the sandwich..
" ***AHEM*** "
"Oh, I saw you man...I was just playin' around...."
Yeah...sure you were.
Things like that make it out the door more times than any of us would like to imagine, I can assure you of that.