So…I work in a historical landmark on the Embarcadero in San
Francisco. It was a holiday weekend, when a middle-aged woman appeared
to secure a table for two. She wanted a table indoors despite a
glorious 65 degree day in January, but hey!
Upon a gleeful greeting from the hostess, she denied the table offered
in one of two dining rooms. The hostess happily allowed her to choose
any table to her liking. She chose a table by a window, which did not
have the best view due to an outdoor server station (half of the
restaurant is outdoors). After complaining about the table she chose,
her father/husband (O.o) arrived. She informed him the hostess had
attempted to seat them in “Bohemia.” Remember how she chose her
permanent table, which she is now complained about???
I wasn’t her server, but I pity him. I heard something about ordering
iced teas and then deciding to take a trip to the restroom. Here’s
where it gets uglier…
This historic landmark did not allot room for a restroom in this
restaurant, so despite the extraordinary caliber of organic food, one
must exit the restaurant and walk 30 seconds into an indoor hallway to
use the restroom. The angry woman flipped her lid at any employee she
passed. “This is unacceptable!!!”
After deciding to dine elsewhere, she verbally assaulted two busy
servers, the kind hostess, and finally the general manager. The
general manager informed her the historical monument, in which this
restaurant is located, would not allow us to knock down walls and
build our own restroom before politely asked her what he could do to
satisfy her discontent. That’s when she went on a new rant regarding
the valet being off on a holiday (in her words, “you don’t even have
valet!)”
I don’t know the rest of the story, but rumor has it, they (she and
her much older husband/’keeper’ had only ordered two iced teas and may
have wanted them to go. HA! She promised never to return (thank GOD!).
THEN SHE DROPPED THE OWNER’S NAME. A “friend” she hasn’t seen in 9
years, but apparently HATES his restaurant. Good friend.
She passed me on her way out, meanwhile loudly muttering insults about
the restaurant through a path of happy, outdoor DINERS. In hindsight,
all of the people she yelled at regarding situations beyond their
control should be happy. At least they (and myself) aren’t that
miserable. She must hate her life, but at least she is privileged by
her elderly husband(father?). Bless him for keeping her (hopefully at
home a lot), but shame on him for taking her out in public. Next time
they should stay home where they wont worry about parking, restroom
locations, and plaguing others with her miserable temperment. They can
even brew their own miserable tea!
-Meesh-elle
