|By Corey (Corey) on Friday, October 04, 2002 - 12:42 pm: Edit|
here is a short one:
I was working hard in the back grating cheese for the days quesadillas, so, I am just going at it, she walks in very fast, runs to the floor fan, snaps it on quick and bolts from the room, later a line cook told me, she asked were I was, and was told I had to go into the back to cut the cheese.
|By Chefrev (Chefrev) on Friday, October 04, 2002 - 06:15 pm: Edit|
We had a waiter who was SO stupid (Everyone: "How stupid was he?") When a guest asked for the Kona coffee listed in the menu the waiter asked, "A Kona coffee? What's in that?"
|By Ginamiriam (Ginamiriam) on Friday, October 04, 2002 - 06:40 pm: Edit|
A guest asked for a Tossed Salad with cheese. The waitress wanted to know how you melt cheese on a salad.
A customer wanted a bottle of beer as opposed to beer on tap. The waitress wanted to know why she couldn't get the top off the bottle (she thought it was a screw off top). We told her to use the bottle opener. She had NO CLUE what that was although she did know what an electric can opener was. Geez!
A customer wanted peppers on their sandwich. The waitress ordered pepperoni.
|By Grwall (Grwall) on Tuesday, October 08, 2002 - 04:51 pm: Edit|
A Customer ordered a toasted butterhorn years ago. The waitress sliced it and put in in the toaster out front. Needed an electrician to take the toaster apart.
Then there's the guy who asked me which of his 4 meals was the steak and lobster - I nearly killed that one.
Oh yeah - the last order of the night went out and we cleaned up the kitchen. Just as we were about to leave, the manager came in. Seems our favorite waitress served the 6 meals to the wrong table in the bar and the original customers wanted to know what was taking so long for *their* order. sigh
|By Corey (Corey) on Tuesday, October 08, 2002 - 05:59 pm: Edit|
ya and they ate them and said nothing? ya free food! hmm, some neighborhood.
|By Point83702 (Point83702) on Thursday, October 10, 2002 - 09:43 pm: Edit|
my favorite: "Which is the prime rib and which is the halibut?"
|By Point83702 (Point83702) on Friday, October 11, 2002 - 11:35 am: Edit|
Another classic is when they ask customers how they would like their lamb (or veal) shank prepared. Usually the customer corrects them, but I have recieved plenty orders for medium rare shanks. I suppose stupid diners would be a separate issue altogether.
|By Ladycake (Ladycake) on Friday, October 11, 2002 - 06:34 pm: Edit|
Depends on what you call stupid... there was the waitress who kept grazing off the salad station: you know, pulling the eggs apart and eating the whites, opening my reach-in and eating the cold parboiled pasta, and then puking all night (ya' think she was bulimic or something???) One night she walked up and ate some fries off a kid's plate that she was getting ready to deliver. I grabbed her about the the collar, scrunched it up in my fist and pulled her face up against the heat lamps while I described what I would do to her the next time she ate off of a customer's plate in a restaurant where I was the chef, even if she was the owner's best friend. I think she got the message and agreed that that was pretty stupid; at least in my kitchen!
I really am just a sweet little old lady (he he he), well, maybe not so sweet and not so old, but that was the only time I ever did anything like that. Sometimes enough is just too much.
|By Chefmanny (Chefmanny) on Saturday, October 12, 2002 - 12:27 pm: Edit|
Stupid is as stupid does....Forrest Gump!
|By Mbw (Mbw) on Sunday, October 13, 2002 - 04:30 pm: Edit|
Waiters as customers. Once in a little neighborhood restaurant, two old friends of the chef came in for dinner. They had all worked together before at a very well known restaurant here in San Francisco owned by “Jeremiah Puck” or something, and claimed to both be waiters.
They sent back the white Zinfandel because it wasn’t white, and stiffed their own waiter 100% ???