We have this thing that on your birthday, you get to pick your favorite restaurant and our tribe travels along to celebrate with you by eating your favorite grub. (Somehow, I am always the one buying UNLESS it’s my special day.)
Today was Perry’s birthday and although there were a few exceptions to the rule — Ben was lazy, Coco was spending the weekend with her Mom, and the pesky non-neighbors are in Florida — Perry and I headed to Red Lobster. After we were seated our drink order was taken by a chick that asked if I wanted my water on the side. (I think she meant to say lemon on the side.) The service went downhill from there.
We’d waited over an hour when our waiter explained that the manager was working hard to ready our order and the reason it was taking so long was because a plate in front of ours took a long time to prepare. I so wanted to say…
“Where? I wanna see the plate that took a freaking HOUR to prepare!”
We were compensated by 10% off of our order. Figuring a tip is at least 20% it seems a bit stingy that poor service is worth only 10%. Still, the food was great when it made it to our table and Perry gets to celebrate AGAIN next Sunday so Coco gets to go. I hope he has a new favorite restaurant by then.
Happy birthday, Perry — look at you taking 47 like a boss! 🙂
