I've been contemplating what my first real Blog entry should be about (the “hello” one doesn't count you see). After tonight, I now know exactly what I'd like to write about. Dinner.
My sister Sarah and I got some Chili's gift cards from our neighbors in return for watching their cat periodically whenever they go on trips and such. After a week of trying to figure out when to use them, we finally got around to it today. It was lovely. Just the two of us going out to dinner together, something we realized doesn't happen that often (unless you count Chick-Fil-A or Taco Cabanna trips). This was a rare “sit in a nice restaurant and dine” experience. Our waiter obviously didn't care too much about us being there though, since throughout dinner waiting for anything always took FOREVER. Now, I can understand when a restaurant is hopping and people are just too busy to get things done right away, but this was different - there was hardly anyone else there! I played waiter “I Spy” and found that he kept going to the other side of the place to talk with his friends. Even sat down too – not ok. Well, once everything was eaten, we were waiting (ha, what else is new!?) for the check to come, when Sarah suddenly announces that there is a big fat roach, a couple booths down from us, on a “Presidente Margarita” sign. Uh oh!
*Let me interject that Sarah has one of the worst roach phobias of anyone I know. Therefore, my initial concern was for the restaurant, and how they'd handle a screaming customer.*
I could tell Sarah was ready to sprint out of there the moment that roach might decide we were more interesting than the sign and fly over. (She had slide from sitting near the window of our booth to the far side near the walkway). I started to get nervous when I saw our little roach friend flutter her wings – ick! Sadly we still had to pay, and couldn't really leave without saying something, if only for the sake of the other diners.
We managed to get an employee who was cleaning tables to come by, since who knows where our waiter was. We proceeded to tell him about the roach, to which he really didn't show that much surprise. Actually the only emotion he displayed was dread, like he was the unlucky one that now had to do something about it. He just stood there just looking at it, then finally spoke, “Man, that's not good” he said, “I mean, roaches in the kitchen that fall in your salad that's ok – but out here, that's bad. Haha, I'm just joking!”
We were not impressed with his joke.
Our waiter came back around (he probably was nervous we were telling on him) and when he realized what was going on all he had to say was, “Y'all didn't see that...”
Uh huh.
The unlucky employee went over to the roach with a broom. Not wanting to be around to see how that approach would go, we gave our waiter the meal money and left lickety split. I felt bad though, because there were two girls sitting across from our booth who looked less than pleased at the turn of events, especially since they had just received their food. Yum.
Moral of the story: avoid eating at Chili's in the Alamo Quarry – unless you are partial to big ole' bugs coming over to ask you how dinner is going.
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