I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Tonight a server comes to me and says his table doesn’t not like their steak.

They ordered it black and blue. (This is seared or charred on the outside, mostly raw on the inside).

He says it’s over cooked. Almost well done.

But the real problem is that he covered it in ketchup so you can longer see how it’s cooked.

I get to the table and he’s right.

It’s covered in ketchup.

I ask him what he dislikes about the steak.

He resorts to a common way of dealing with.

He doesn’t mention that it’s over cooked. Instead it’s tough.

Fun fact. Raw steak is tougher than cooked steak. You want to be able to cut it easier.

Cook it.

I don’t apologize.

I ask him if I can get him something else.

He says no.

I ask if he wants to keep it.

He says no.

I pick up the plate and realize half of it is on his wife’s plate.

Oh no.

You don’t get to keep half.

I have her put the steak she is eating on his plate.

And I take it away.

A woman calls after me as I go, sometimes these things happen.

What’s funny is this people were horrible old people when they arrived.

Just mean.

One of them was rude to the host because she asked the name of her reservation.

The gentleman with the steak was rude when she explained she’d get him seated when he came out of the restroom.

They were rude to their server.

But fun fact:

At the same time they were eating their two adult children were also having dinner and they couldn’t have been more gracious and generous.

Perhaps the grumpiness circle has been broken and will die with them.