I just experienced the worst service in a restaurant than I ever have in my entire life. I can’t express how much our server sucked a ball sack!! When we first sat down at the table, it took the guy a good 5 minutes just to come to our table and get a drink order. Everyone ordered waters except for me who was in dire need of a cosmopolitan…. Go figure?! Now the server warned me that the drink would take a long time to get since apparently there was a high demand for alcohol by every single person in that damn restaurant. When he said that, I agreed because I was thinking 10 minutes tops. Who the hell was I kidding? It was 22 minutes before I got the damn thing. If I knew that the dining experience was only going to go downhill from there, I would have ordered another one ASAP. O wait, I couldn’t do that because our server NEVER came back to our table after taking our order.
We ordered these chocolate covered bacon lollipops that someone else delivered. When I finally got my drink, someone else had delivered it. When our entrees arrived, someone else delivered those as well. Now I have no problem with someone else delivering my shit because I’ve only worked in the restaurant/bar business and know that when something is up and ready to go to a table, the first person available takes it, but we NEVER saw our server again!!! He NEVER checked to see if we liked our appetizer, he NEVER checked to see if I got my drink, he NEVER got us any refills, he NEVER checked on us to see if our meals were OK….NOTHING!!!!! Did I express yet how much he sucked?
Now we could see our server and understood that he had other tables, bu tlet me repeat, he NEVER acknowledged us after taking our order. He was checking on his other tables, pre-bussing them, getting them refills and more drinks from the bar, even the table he had right next to ours but I followed his eyes every move he made and NOT ONCE did he look our way. He was the absolute worst server ever!!!
I finally flagged a manager over and asked if he could get us a box and our check as I proceeded to tell him that our server hasn’t been to our table in over a half hour but the only response I got was, “Oh, ok. I’ll get that for you.” Ummmmm, hello fucker?! As a manager you’d think he’d be at the very least apologetic if not offer a free dessert but we got no reaction out of this guy after our complaints. He acted as if I said nothing, boxed the food, got the check, ran the credit card, dropped it off and walked away. We didn’t get a” Thank you for coming,” “Sorry for the bad service”, a “Kiss my ass,” NOTHING! After my boyfriend’s mom cashed out and wrote something on the credit card slip about what happened, the server THEN decides to come to our table and say, “I’m sorry I got really busy there.” Irrate as all hell, I turned to this freckled, bald headedMr. Clean looking mother fucker and said, “THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED FOR HELP!!” I then stood up and walked out. I have no tolerance for bad service let alone rudeness from a server…. Especially when I do the same shit for a living.
What I found out 5 minutes later when my boyfriend and his parents decided tofinally walk out, the server snatched the credit card book out of my boyfriend’s mom’s hands and walked away. He’s lucky I wasn’t in there to see that happen because I would have caused a scene that probably would have ended really badly. How dare he have the audacity to think he has the right to be upset with my statement when he ruined our entire dining experience. All I’m gonna say is that he’s lucky I’m just visiting or my inner Detroit would have came out and whooped dat’ ass!
FYI, the restaurant was Farmers and Fishers, located at 3000 K St NW # 101, Washington, DC 20007. Don’t ever go here!! They suck!!!!
I absolutely love Moe’s but I didn’t know that it was the breeding ground for complete weirdoes. My cousin and I went there for lunch and ended up having to put our sunglasses on to keep from giving dumb looks to all the idiots that were in there. There was one girl who apparently got confused on what the difference was between a restaurant and her bedroom because she didn’t order any lunch, sat down in a booth and then kept nodding off and would wake-up right before bashing her head on the table. What the hell was that about?
Uncle Fester approached us in an abrupt manner against our wishes. He flung his clam hands on each of our backs as he exclaimed, “You’re both soooooooo beautiful!” He ranted on about Johnny Walker’s house party as if he were the captain of the football team and we were back in our junior year in high school and the party was going to be the highlight of our diaries. Ummm… FYI, you are not the captain and my panties will not be dropped without my permission and definitely not for some STUPID house party. You were in fact doing okay as you had no lame pick-up lines until your “brother” walked up and busted my right ear drum. He screeched like a little boy in his awkward stage of puberty and I had to spend the rest of the night making sure there was no blood oozing out of my right ear. He could seriously ruin any type of game you “might” have going. He is a horrible side-kick and should be hog-tied and kept in the trunk of the car until a DD is needed. Telling people he is your real brother is a bad idea because he makes you look like an asshole and society as a whole will eventually choose to ban you and refuse to accept you into the human race.
So some red-haired mop-headed bitch comes into my bar last night. She orders a glass of wine and some garlic knots. She finished the 1 glass and asked for another. I poured it for her but seemed a little hesitant. She then asked, “Do you take American Express or Discover?” I responded, “We don’t take American Express but we do take the Discover.” She replied with a simple, “O…okay.” She proceeded to ask for a small pepperoni pizza. I rang it in and go about my job. It comes out and she only eats 2 pieces of it before she gets up to go to the bathroom. At some point she got a Coors Light bottle from the other bartender. Something wasn’t setting well with me when I saw that beer sitting there but I couldn’t pinpoint it. The owner happened to be right at the front door and I asked her to watch the lady until I could get up there. Sure enough she pretended to go to the bathroom and then turned and walked outside. The owner followed right behind her making it very obvious we were watching her. She was “on the phone” when she supposedly told the person she would call them back. She walked back in and went and sat back in her seat at the bar.
I officially hate working Monday nights! I don’t feel safe and I’m stuck dealing with the entire population of weirdo’s all by myself. I first have these 2 numbskulls come in that seem pretty normal. They start out drinking some beers and I bullshitted with them for a little bit. They mentioned beer pong and I asked if they wanted to play knowing that we had a beer pong table in the back. They got super excited when I busted it out; they played the first round and I called winner.
What is up with people who can never shut the hell up? I’m so sick of people who are constantly rambling on about nothing of interest with their voice getting progressively louder as if I can’t already hear them screaming whatever the hell they are babbling about. You would think that people would get the picture when I walk away from them. Obviously this is the clearest sign I could give any individual that I no longer want to hear the words that are coming out of their mouth. My ears are on the verge of bleeding and your voice makes me want to either jab a fork into my eye or make out with Gary Busey.; both extremely painful to do but well worth it if it means your voice not being heard anymore. I would even consider blowing a llama… Just stop talking!
I’m not going to lie, there are some manly looking woman that show up to ladies night. I don’t come in until 10pm but 4 hours is way too long to be exposed to them. They are the epitome of trash and I hate having to be anywhere near them. The reason I can’t stand them is because they are there all night sucking down the free drinks without EVER tipping. That irritates the shit out of me…you can’t even fork over a $1? They expect top service just because they’re in there all the time. Go to hell! We don’t even like your stank asses!!
at this point. Apparently she thinks I’m incapable of pouring her vodka and cranberry. I walk away to serve the rest of the people waiting to get their drinks made as she throws a fit and shakes her glass in the air. Ummm, did she just forget that she told me she wanted Matt to make her drink? I always aim to please my guests so I told her, “I guess you’re going to have to wait for him to come back behind the bar.”
