Last time we did was last summer. It was a local bar/restaurant, one we’d been to many, many times. This time, we stuck our head’s in, and it was really busy. I had some shopping to do at a place down the block, so we decided to go do that, and then check the restaurant again when we walked back to the car. So we went and got my stuff, came back about 20-30 minutes later, and lucky for us, there were two barstools available. We walked in, got to the stools, and then Mr. Athena looked at me and said “Hey, I’ve got this big bag, I’m going to run outside and put it in the car so I don’t have to watch it the whole time we’re here.”
We were parked across the street - literally, across the street, not “across the street in a 4 story parking garage” or “across the street, down a block, and turn right” We were in a lot directly across from the door to the restaurant. Not at all far away. This is important.
So he went to do that, and the bartender came and asked if she could get me something, I said “hmm, give me a minute to decide.” Then, from behind me, I hear a waitress call to the bartender. Seems that it had started raining out, and there were people eating their dinner on the outside terrace. The waitress was asking the bartender to help her find room for the outside people so they didn’t have to eat in the rain.
Bartender looks at me, looks at the empty chair next to me, and asks me to move down. I say “no, I can’t, my husband is sitting there.”
She says “We can’t let you save seats for people who aren’t here.”
I say “He is here, he walked in with me, he just ran to the car in the lot outside to put away our bags.”
She repeats “I can’t let you save that chair.”
I gawk. I can’t believe she’s doing this. I say again “He’s here, are you really saying you are giving away his seat?”
She says “We need these seats for the people outside because it’s raining.”
I’d had enough. I stood up and left. As I opened the door to come out, Mr. Athena was walking in. When I told him what had happened, he nearly went in and started a fight with the bartender, but I talked him out of it.
He did call and talk to the owner/manager the next day, who gave a half-hearted “sorry” but nothing else. We’ve never gone back.
The bad thing is that we will probably eventually end up going back. In a town with only a few good bar/restaurants, it gets old boycotting one of them. I’m sure eventually someone will talk us into going there.