I was going to pit Applebee’s – or at least the one I went to – but it’s not worth it. Just — annoying.
Four of us went to Applebee’s this evening after a choral concert that one of us sang in (didn’t enjoy the concert all that much either, but that’s a separate issue). I knew it would not be high class cuisine, but servicable, and something all 4 of us, with different dietary issues, could find something at.
We get a table, order our beverages and meal, and in reasonable time the food arrives. “Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks. “Umm… some forks, and napkins would be nice.” She looks at our meals. Two of us had wrap sandwiches, one just got sweet potato fries, and the fourth got a salad. “Do you *all * want forks, or just him?” indicating the would-be salad eater. Yes, we all do. We sit and look at our food for a while, but finally decide those with the wraps should just go ahead. My friend’s wrap basically falls apart in her hands. And of course, she has no napkin.
After while the cutlery and napkins arrive. My friend points out that this wrap just isn’t made right. And her side dish has about 3 fries in it, a very skimpy portion. The waitress takes away the badly-prepared dish. Later – much later – returns with a new wrap, and says the manager is having a brand-new set of fries prepared for her. And she promises a drinks refill.
So, all is going o.k., mostly, except the Asian chicken wrap sandwich seems to be missing most of the ingredients, and is basically a 99-cent Wendy’s crispy chicken sandwich in a wrap except not as much chicken. No soy sauce, no crunchy noodles, no almond slivers. Even worse, I start in on the second half of my wrap, and reflect that it seems to have an awful lot of lettuce in it. I set it down, unwrap it and, sure enough, that’s all there is. Lettuce. And a few shreds of carrot. By this time, no, I don’t want to wait another 10 minutes for another item, so my skimpy wrap was just taken off the bill, and the manager apologized, but we never did get our drink refills.
We discussed amongst ourselves the tip. I would have left 10%. We settle on 15%, based on the amount before the deduction of my meal since, one of us pointed out, that wasn’t the waitress’s fault that the kitchen screwed up. Yeah, but it *was * her fault that we had no utensils. And that she never brought our refills.
Thank you for listening. That is all. I have to go make myself a peanut butter sandwich now, because after having had basically a few chicken chunks and a piece of bread for supper, I’m hungry again.
