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Day 364: birthday burger

There’s only one day left until my birthday.  And the week that leads up to my birthday is great.

Why?  Because, as an avid joiner of restaurant mailing lists and “e-clubs,” I get inundated with coupons and free meals or portions of meals from many different restaurants the week before the big day arrives.

It usually starts 7 days out, and none of them really require them to be used on the exact birthday anyway.  It’s more like all of mid-February is a big cheap eats zone.

My favorite consistent birthday treat is the Red Robin coupon, which nets me a free burger with no purchase necessary.  What’s more, telling the waiter that it’s your birthday also gets you a free sundae dessert.  It’s essentially a completely free meal for me, which is something that most other places can’t match.

Being on the Dave and Buster’s email list is also rewarding, although we don’t go there all that much, as the nearest D&B is a good half hour drive away.  Still, I get small amounts of free game play to add to my card throughout the year, meaning that I rarely have to spend much to play games when I get there.

I like it when huge faceless corporations wish me a happy birthday a week early by giving me a coupon.  A free Arby’s shake with a combo?  Yes please!  A free milkshake or dessert from Armadillo Willy’s?  Why not!  20% off DVDs from the Warner Brothers online store?  That’s just what I always wanted!

Day 334: excuse me? never mind

Katie and I are cut from the same mold when it relates to one thing: sending food back.  This attitude relates to other, smaller dining mistakes, too.  In a phrase, we don’t like to cause a fuss.  Sending a whole dish back?  It seems like such an affront to the restaurant.

This is true even when it is perfectly within our rights to cause a fuss.  Sometimes, a burger we order will come without a dipping sauce that appeared on the menu, or a drink or appetizer that was ordered simply never made it onto the bill (or our table).  Oftentimes, we’ll dismiss this.  It’s a small mistake that didn’t really matter and we’re satisfied to remain silent and not cause any undue distress to our waiter.

I’ve sometimes wondered if this is something we should strive to change.  I’m sure that most waitstaffs wouldn’t hesitate to fix or accommodate our requests, and we – as customers – should get what we want.  That’s how the whole transaction works, right?

But it takes a certain character, a certain level of confidence, a line of knowing you’re in the right that we often just fall short of.  While there’s an obvious line of customer abuse or neglect that prompts us to speak up, we just let slide most of the small (honest?) mistakes that get made.

I wonder if other people feel the same way, or if they’d speak up at the slightest mistake.  Did we get raised to believe that doing so is akin to whining, while others feel that to stay silent is akin to being doormats?

I certainly wouldn’t judge one side as being better than the other, although I would argue that the extremes of either case are equally annoying.

Day 328: boston no chicken

We went to Boston Market tonight and, not for the first time, we were told that they had no chicken.

Really?

What kind of business plan is that? Do you run a bakery and run out of bread? Or a Wendy’s and run out of burger patties? I’d understand if this had happened to us once, but this exact scenario has occurred multiple times. It’s as if there was internal memo that said:

“We at Boston Market Headquarters have decided that it is better for everyone involved if you stop cooking chickens a couple hours before closing. This will make it easier to clean and close up shop, and those pesky customers that show up in the last hour or so before the place closes should know better.”

I understand that we showed up a little past the prime dinner hour. I understand that sometimes there are more customers than you might anticipate on a certain day. But a Boston Market should not regularly run out of chicken hours before they close. That’s just frustrating and sad.

Day 93: what you don’t want to hear at a buffet

One time, Katie and I went to Chinese buffet.  After we walked in the door, we waited for a few minutes and no one seated us.

We started to look around at the buffet itself, to get an idea of what food was there.  Suddenly, a few Chinese people appeared from the back, where the kitchen was, and started shouting at us.  They told us, in no uncertain terms, that they were out of food and to leave.

It was a bizarre experience.  A buffet, out of food?  If you can’t count on a buffet having an unlimited supply of food in this world, what can you count on?

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