What's the worst service you've ever had in a restaurant?

Let's hear your story.

Mine? I was in a seafood reataurant with some friends. My fish arrived burnt. (No, I didn't order it blackened) So when I complained the waitress started arguing with me about it being burnt. Finally she agreed to send it back. So my meal comes after everyone else is done eating. She forgets to bring me a fork. When I asked for one she rolled her eyes and silently walked away to get one. Then, from over my shoulder, she throws the fork onto the table! (We didn't leave her a tip.)

It was in 1965 when the new indoor shopping center opened (the word "mall" hadn't been invented) and it was the largest such center in the world (Randhurst in Mt. Prospect, IL). My Dad took the family out to the brand new restaurant smack dab in the center of the center, two stories above the ground, looking down at the gleam of retail all around us.

The waitress took our order and 1 1/2 hours later (it was a "fancy" restaurant, and we were trying to look sophisticated) we learned she had had a fight with the mgmt and quit, before she put our order in. The new waitress was quite indignant that we had occupied her area for so long and didn't want to re-order...:eyes:

New Haven CT, and I stopped off for lunch in a restaurant near the Hudson River.

Aside from me, the only other customers were about ten middle-aged men seated around a large round table.

The only waitress was about eighteen or nineteen, baby-faced and perky.

Well, you will not be surprised to hear that all the men were flirting with the waitress like crazy, and she was enjoying it.

So much so that she barely took the time to give me a menu, and then barely remembered to take my order.

Fortunately, the kitchen was not under her control, so my food came out on time, but after I finished eating, I decided that I wanted some of the fine-looking apple pie that I had seen in the display case coming in, along with a cup of coffee for the road.

I started signalling for the waitress. She glanced over in my direction, and then went right back to joking around with the men. Repeated attempts to get her attention failed. She was having too much fun being the center of attention.

She had brought the check with the food, so I wrote a note, explaining that although I usually tipped, I was not leaving a tip in her case, because she had ignored me. Furthermore, her ignoring me had cut into the restaurant's revenues, because if she had not ignored me I would have ordered pie and coffee.

I wrote the note so that she would not think, "See, women don't tip anyway."

Then I left the exact amount of the bill on the table and walked out.