I’m sorry for all y’all’s snow! When your enjoying lovely cool summers during our 100° Augusts, remember when Rebo was enjoying 65° and sunny on a Saturday in February. It finally quit raining! I took the pups out for a walk down the bayou. It has a nice gravel path, and we saw egrets and stuff. Very lovely!
Remember back when I got a $50 gift card because I complained about our food at Pappadeaux’s? Last night we decided to try again. It was a disaster. Service was very slow, as the place was packed. That was to be expected, since it was 6:30 on a Friday night. But, Jeez! We ordered a dozen oysters on the halfshell, as well as placing our order. The guy warned us “they only have one oyster shucker back there - it might be a while.” Ok, we said.
We had our salads, and proceeded to wait. In the meantime, it seems Dad got a little drunk on the wine, and knocked over his glass - which shattered all over the table. :eek: Then Tom and I proceeded to lose it because no one was coming to clean it up! Dad kept picking up shards of glass, and he’s almost deaf, and we were having to holler at him to leave it alone so he wouldn’t cut himself. I swear, it took almost fifteen minutes - with us yelling at various people, including the manager - to get it cleaned up! There was a wine spill on the vinyl floor and new customers being taken to their seats were in danger of slipping. Before it was cleaned up, the waiter brought our freakin’ oysters, and set it down on the glass littered table. Arrrggh! And Dad was all embarassed, and mad, because we were making a scene.
By this time we’re starving and we’ve been there for almost an hour (including waiting for our table.) I calmed down Mr Rebo and we ate the oysters. Pretty soon our food came out. They brought the wrong food for Mr Rebo and for me! Unbelievable!!! Dad’s was right, thank goodness. The waiter also brought Dad a new glass of wine. So we got the manager over there, and calmly told him that our orders were wrong.
He just about ran to the kitchen, and brought back what we did order. (I suspect it was sitting under the heat lamps.) Fortunately, it was very good. Or maybe it was flavored with hunger!
We ate about half, and were stuffed. And then Dad knocked over the second glass of wine, and it shattered on the table. Oh. My. God. Fortunately, our waiter was very close this time. He got our plates and boxed them up, cleaned up the majority of the glass and mess.
By this time, we’re about forcing Dad to go outside and smoke, which is his usual habit. Tom went out with him, and to get the car, so we could get the hell out of there. I waited for the check to come back. Tom told me later that he tried to light his cigarette in the little closed in entryway, where people were coming in! (He knows you can only smoke outside.) Damn, he had a buzz.
I tipped the waiter $25 on a $100 tab, $50 of which we had a gift card for. I apologized profusely, and he seemed to be ok with it.
All in all, that might have been my worst restaurant experience EVER. Dad apologized to both of us this morning, and promised never to embarrass us like that again.
OK - rant over. <deep breath>
Seriously - all of you guys with blizzard warnings - stay warm and safe! Sounds like a three dog night for you. Be careful, and here’s hoping the power stays on!
Mwah!