And you can always count on someone coming in 10 minutes before close on the super slow nights where you haven’t had a table in over 2 hours.
Nope. When I waited tables there were a couple of regulars who would always show up 5-10 minutes before we closed, leisurely eat dinner, order dessert and coffee, and sit there chatting in the empty restaurant for as long as they felt like it. I (or whoever the closing waiter was) had to hold my breath for the last half hour praying those fuckers didn’t walk in the door. Ever seen Scanners? Yeah, you know the scene I mean. If I’d had that ability. Preferably while they were still in the parking lot so I wouldn’t have to clean it up.
A few years ago Mrs. J. and I were on vacation in Alaska, and stopped into a steak joint in Anchorage for dinner. We got our menus and selected our choices.
The (30-ish) waitress came back, slid into the booth up against me, put her arm around my shoulder and asked in sultry tones what I’d like for dinner (ignoring the sudden death glare from Mrs. J. across the way).
The rest of the meal was uneventful and I left a standard tip amount.
I’m still wondering on what Server Planet it’s considered to be a good idea to act that way with the male half of an obviously married couple.
Just out of curiosity: how do you pronounce the highlighted word above?
That’s pretty extreme, but truth is that men still pay and compute the tip, often while the Missus makes that inevitable last-minute run to the powder room.
But in that vein, add in waitrons who are surly and nearly invisible during the whole meal, then suddenly all smiles and chatty fun when they bring the folder. Just how stupid do they think we are?
And it didn’t occur to anyone to post a sign saying that the kitchen was closed except for a limited menu after a certain time?
Yep, I’d be racing back to that place as soon as possible. :dubious:
I’d have gladly posted a sign saying “BIOHAZARD AREA - KEEP OUT” if I could have, but that wouldn’t have been true either.
I’m really wondering why this thread is in the Pit, it seems more suited for MPSIMS. Where’s the vitriol?
When I was young, my dad and grandpa and I were at a greasy spoon place in Ohio. I was squirting ketchup out of one of those standard red ketchup squirt bottles when it clogged. I looked at the tip and noticed that a little cockroach head and feelers wiggling around was causing the clog. I flagged the waitress down and handed it to her. She used her rag to pull the little guy out and handed the squirt bottle back to me.
Oh. My bad. The last one was in the Pit, so I just put this one there, too.
Many moons ago, I worked as a server in a restaurant, and we would “marry” the old ketchup bottles to make full ones. Some of that ketchup was so old the bottles exploded.
That’s why I don’t put ketchup on my fries. :eek:
We pronounced it “frap,” rhyming with “crap.”
Okay. Family… disagreement but the Northeast (especially Down-East) pronunciation seems to be frap.
I thought it was frah-pay.
I’m in Virginia, and I’ve only heard it pronounced frap. Maybe it’s pronounced frap-ay in the higher class restaurants.
He wasn’t leading into the Guns N’ Roses song “Used To Love Her,” was he? 
Frap.
The people with the authority to post such a sign are generally not closers and assume, if they think at all, that closing duties are compressible and if the restaurant closes at 10 and staff should be done and gone by 11, that will be true if they were dead from 8 on or if a bus of high schoolers pulled in at 9:55.
Frap pay.