I’ve had a waiter tell me, “I wouldn’t eat that,” but he was talking about my date.
Fat chick here married to a fat guy. NEVER ever seen a server do this, ever. Can’t fathom WHY a server could comment unless you asked “how big is this entree” or something.
I have had servers comment that I didn’t order much, like at Logan’s once when I just wanted a loaded baked potato and nothing else. The ones around here will look at your plate and note that “you didn’t eat much hon, are you saving room for dessert?” but that’s about it.
He said, “Very good, very good,” when I ordered as if I had selected a particularly delightful Chardonnay. So I’m thinking heavy tranquilizers were the culprit.
Men: do servers ever criticize your food choices?
No, but routers are always criticizing my wine selections.
Ironically, I get crticism for eating LESS, or turning away something extra. I mean, sometimes I go out and order a double quarter pounder combo, get two doublke cheeseburgers and get two apple pies, but when I order a plain chicken sammich and diet coke at a deli, I get follow up questions.
I eat well most of the time, and I treat myself every few weeks to a monster meal. No one question a binge meal, but I get grilled over a grilled chicken sammich on a wheat roll.
Criticize? Not that I can recall. 6 foot 2, 225 here.
A male checking in. Yeah, I get a bit of criticism and half the time I’m not certain what they’re saying.
You see it’s like this. I took a job about 300 miles from where my wife and I have our home. She is a teacher and is finishing her contract so she remained behind. She does come down every month or so and while she was here one time I made the mistake of taking her to my favorite resturant, a Mexican resturant.
I should point out she is one of those people that everyone immediately loves. Anyway, she asked the ladies at La Cita to watch out for me and make sure I eat right. Now, if I am at this place eating or even ordering bad I get a lecture, “What would Winnie say, huh TV?” or “I gave you wheat toast instead of white, TV, it’s better for you.”
What I really get a kick out of is when the ladies who don’t speak English take it upon themselves to assist with my eating habits. It’s very sweet. They will come up and bring my food pointing to something I did order and with grave voice and say something I can’t in my wildest dreams comprehend. Then she will gesture at something I didn’t order but somehow managed to end up on my plate and smile and nod until I at least take a bite and then she will continue in a very sweet tone saying heaven (and a Spanish translator) knows what. Sometimes even the cook, who also doesn’t speak English, will stick his head out of the kitchen and say something encouraging (I think), or remonstrate me on a selection, (possibly).
In truth I keep going back to this place not only for the food, which is really good, but also because it’s like my own little interactive floor show. It’s also neat because it is kind of a link to my wife too.
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Wow, TV Time, it’s like you’re living in some alternate reality Stephanie Plum world.
Same here - 6’4" and 275. (I’m a big beer hog.)
If it did happen, I’d just blow it off. No sense getting all huffy over nothing, see.
Not often, but it’s happened, both when I was young and skinny, and old and fat.
When I was in school, and quite active, a friend was on a diet. She moaned about how much I ate, I told her “I eat like a bird” “Yeah, three times your body weight daily!” (actually, about 5000-5500 calories a day)
Another time, a friend and I pilgrimaged to the home of the wing in Buffalo. (OK, he lives there…) We tried to order 50 - the waitress said she didn’t think we could eat that many? Almost had friend stand up (6’4", 300++, HE eats that many - and at 6’1" 240 nobody mistakes me for a jockey) But we took 40, because we didn’t want to argue, she was attentive, and we tipped her well.[sub]ok, she was cute…[/sub]
Another friend LOVES diet soda. Just loves the taste. THe counter guy laughed at him at White Castle - 8 double cheeseburgers, 3 large fries, 2 onion rings, and a diet soda. (yes, he is built like a dumpster). He recognizes it looks silly, so we laughed too. Note: WC burgers are fairly small.
I’m a guy, and relatively slim. I used to be downright skinny and able to eat frightening quantities of food. The only time I’ve ever had a server comment on the size of what I (or anyone with me) ordered was at a place that served desserts that were bigger than your head. And the warning was delivered in a very nice way, so as to ensure that it was just information being imparted, not criticism.
But then, I seem to radiate some sort of aura that indicates that I expect good service. When my friends and I go out to dinner someplace where we’re not regulars, the server almost invariably treats me as the one in charge. I get asked the questions, I get brought the bill. Dunno what’s up with that, but it may be at least tangentially related.
Well, it depends. I get plenty of Flo the Waitress, “You want some more food, sug?” type comments, but those don’t bother me at all. But if I got someone being bitchy like in the OP, I’d definitely take my big butt (and accompanying big bill) elsewhere.
Hm. I must admit that I have in the past expressed incredulity at skinny folk making big orders… of course, I wasn’t a server and these were people I knew. Both male and female. I have a cousin who continues to flabbergast me with his capacity for food. But I don’t mean it critically… I’m just terribly impressed by anyone who can out-eat myself. 
Oh, and bravo Gunslinger. I am also a person who substitutes Fries for all sides that come with his steak … of course, that after having polished off a goodly number of chicken fingers as an appetizer. If it wasn’t for ketchup and tomato sauce, I’d practically have no vegetable intake at all. (Potato-matter not really counting)
Now I don’t understand. Is it because the waitresses know me? take an interest in me? like Winnie sufficiently to take an interest? How is that Stephie Plum-like?
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A male waiter at Burger King made a “comment” last week: I ordered a Whopper Menu and he asked me for a drink. I said “Coke” and he replied with “Diet Coke?”. Now, if I had wanted a Diet Coke, I would have ordered one. I ground my teeth together and answered “No, just coke!”.
Since I do have a slight problem - not really with my weight, but with my proportions (1,88 m height, 82-85 kg weight, but it’s all concentrated on the belly) - I try to order diet coke now, but still it was a tad rude to get in my face with that. Oh well, no biggie.
I’m 6’4, 240", and a tad overweight. But no waiter or waitress has ever questioned the quantity of food I’ve ordered.
No, here in Austin, the waitstaff is far more likely to insult WHAT you order! Austin is a town filled with wannabe artists and musicians. And while they wait for the big break that will surely make them stars (ha!), they wait tables in restaurants all over the city. Now, needless to say, these are people who think they’re waaaay too cool to be waiting on philistines like you and me. And if the meal you choose strikes them as insufficiently cool, they will actually smirk at you.
No joke, I’ve actually gotten the “your order isn’t cool enough to suit me” smirk from people at ice cream parlors and sandwich joints!