Waitress" "Can I take your order?" Andy: "Yes. I'll have the country fried steak and eggs."
Waitress: "How would you like your eggs?" Andy: "Scrambled."
Waitress: "How would you like your steak?" Andy: "Uhm... fried?"
Waitress: "Ok. One country fried steak fried with scrambled eggs." Andy: "And it comes with a side of pancakes."
Breakfast arrives. No pancakes and my country fried steak is naked. I asked where my country gravy was. She just looked at the plate and said she'd ask the cook to make some.
I said "you know what? I'll just pay for the coffee."
That breakfast was cursed from "Can I take your order."
"Andy" <Q> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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Went to IHOP for breakfast this morning.
Waitress" "Can I take your order?" Andy: "Yes. I'll have the country fried steak and eggs."
Waitress: "How would you like your eggs?" Andy: "Scrambled."
Waitress: "How would you like your steak?" Andy: "Uhm... fried?"
Waitress: "Ok. One country fried steak fried with scrambled eggs." Andy: "And it comes with a side of pancakes."
Breakfast arrives. No pancakes and my country fried steak is naked. I asked where my country gravy was. She just looked at the plate and said she'd ask the cook to make some.
I said "you know what? I'll just pay for the coffee."
That breakfast was cursed from "Can I take your order."
Breakfast arrives. No pancakes and my country fried steak is naked. I asked where my country gravy was. She just looked at the plate and said she'd ask the cook to make some.
For some reason, this part strikes me as funny...that she had to *look* at the plate - like perhaps the gravy had materialized after you asked where your gravy was.
Then again, what do you expect from a waitress that asks how you want your country-friend steak done?
Went to IHOP for breakfast this morning. Waitress" "Can I take your order?" Andy: "Yes. I'll have the country fried steak and eggs." Waitress: "How would you like your eggs?" Andy: "Scrambled." Waitress: "How would you like your steak?" Andy: "Uhm... fried?" Waitress: "Ok. One country fried steak fried with scrambled eggs." Andy: "And it comes with a side of pancakes." Breakfast arrives. No pancakes and my country fried steak is naked. I asked where my country gravy was. She just looked at the plate and said she'd ask the cook to make some. I said "you know what? I'll just pay for the coffee."
I'll never forget the time when DH ordered pigs in a blanket, the waitress that asked if he wanted pancakes with that...I just figgered she was new. Another time the genetic descendant asked what kind of soup they had - the waitress said "Campbell's!" Have to say many at our regular joint are hard working and attentive. Edrena
Another time the genetic descendant asked what kind of soup they had - the waitress said "Campbell's!"
Which reminds me of the time I went out to dinner with my brother, his wife and our folks...he ordered the "soup du jour", and when it arrived, he informed the waitress that she'd brought him the wrong soup...he'd *had* "soup du jour" before, and it's chicken!
"Lisa Ann" <[email hidden]> wrote in news:[email hidden]:
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Edrena said:
Another time the genetic descendant asked what kind of soup they had - the waitress said "Campbell's!"
Which reminds me of the time I went out to dinner with my brother, his wife and our folks...he ordered the "soup du jour", and when it arrived, he informed the waitress that she'd brought him the wrong soup...he'd *had* "soup du jour" before, and it's chicken!
Breakfast arrives. No pancakes and my country fried steak is naked. I asked where my country gravy was. She just looked at the plate and said she'd ask the cook to make some.
For some reason, this part strikes me as funny...that she had to *look* at the plate - like perhaps the gravy had materialized after you asked where your gravy was.
Then again, what do you expect from a waitress that asks how you want your country-friend steak done?
She's the waitress... this gravy thingie is an issue to address with the manager... had she known to cook she'd not be busting her butt waiting hand and foot on unappreciative boors. The waitress brought exactly what was presented to her by the kitchen and served it, her responsibility for what's on the plate stops there. Had little Andy-Boy had decent breeding he'd get up off his butt and ask to speak with management. Picking on the waitstaff for issues concerning the food is just plain dumb and cowardly. Hey, they serve chicken fried steak, that joint ain't listed in the Michelin directory... consider yerself lucky to get clean silverware.
No, "precious" would have been one of his young *sons* saying that. Embarrassing was having my 40 year old *brother* say it!
If anyone's ever up for it, I'll post the story about his business trip to France. It starts out food-related...but then rapidly goes down hill. (It was after he went to France that I started demanding DNA tests.)
Another time the genetic descendant asked what kind of soup they had - the waitress said "Campbell's!"
Which reminds me of the time I went out to dinner with my brother, his wife and our folks...he ordered the "soup du jour", and when it arrived, he informed the waitress that she'd brought him the wrong soup...he'd *had* "soup du jour" before, and it's chicken!
I still can't believe we're related...
That's precious!!!
What's so precious about it, it was you to whom Lisa Ann couldn't believe she's related.
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Then again, what do you expect from a waitress that asks how you want your country-friend steak done?
She's the waitress... this gravy thingie is an issue to address with the manager... had she known to cook she'd not be busting her butt waiting hand and foot on unappreciative boors. The waitress brought exactly what was presented to her by the kitchen and served it, her responsibility for what's on the plate stops there. Had little Andy-Boy had decent breeding he'd get up off his butt and ask to speak with management. Picking on the waitstaff for issues concerning the food is just plain dumb and cowardly. Hey, they serve chicken fried steak, that joint ain't listed in the Michelin directory... consider yerself lucky to get clean silverware.
Sheldon
Sheldon,
All I can say is you had to be there. No management staff was available for the event. Not to mention that the waitress couldn't memorize the picture menu with all the captions, substitutions, prices, etc.
