Rant romaine, or, I'm Not Going To Eat Any Fucking Iceberg

[muckefuck]

Why do I get attitude from the servers who run the grill when I request romaine for my gyros? Yes, I know it's a premium ingredient--that's why I want it. I'm buying a premium sandwich after all. I don't know why the hell the Powers That Be declared that the Buffalo Chicken Wrap shalt bear Romaine whereas the lowly Chicken Gyros shalt have none, but how much of a difference in price can there really be? Whatever it is, I'd gladly pay it. Besides, I never ask for the tomatoes that come with the gyros, so it may even be a net savings for your bottom line.

I knew I was going to have trouble with today's server since he wouldn't let the woman before me have a pita instead of a bun for her grilled chicken. He said, "If they see that, they're not gonna charge you $3.99, they'll charge you whatever [the gyros] costs." She replied, "That's fine," but he ignored her and put it on a bun anyway. So, of course, when I politely make my request he has to sternly point out, "I'll do it, but it isn't supposed to come like that. It's supposed to be for [the Buffalo Wrap." Yeah, well, it's for the garbage if you don't use it all up in the next hour or so before the cafe closes, since it's all cut up already. But I stiffly said, "I'm aware of that, sir." Not, "WHAT THE FUCK? IT'S FUCKING LETTUCE YOU GODDAMN JERK! It's not like I fucking asked you to JERK OFF INTO THE FUCKING PITA! Wanker!"

Maybe it's time to start getting the stir-fry again. Whatever I ask for, they just do it. How hard is that?

Comments

[foodpoisoningsf.livejournal.com]

One senses that the server is secretly on your side, but longing for everyone to stick to the fucking menu becuase his manager rips him a new one daily.

"I'm the one who's eating this, so please give me what I've asked for. I'll deal with the fucking cashier when I get there."

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

That's how I feel about the plebeian everyday servers, who are usually much more accomodating. The usual one's shift ended just as I got there, though, and his replacement was someone with seniority, if not a manager per se, since I see him bossing around others regularly. The guys who don't wear chef whites actually seem mellower, but I haven't pulled this with one of them around. There's dysfunction somewhere in the works.