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I am having a rash of bad luck with restaurants. It seems that every they take the order with the "I'm so good, I don't need to write it down" attitude, then they get it wrong. Jai Thai, Quiznos, some pho place, and tonight it was Ruth's Chris. Yes, Ruth's Chris. I ordered my steak sans butter, they served it (the first time) with butter.
I'll deal with the misspellings like SEM/SAM any day if they'd at least write the order down. At least that would give the kitchen a fighting chance to get it right.
My friend Dominique would probably chalk this up to a Seattle v. San Diego showdown. She tends to think that service in California is primo, especially in fine dining restaurants. Her theory hinges on the multitude of college educated, well-spoken wait staff who are practicing Shakespeare in their off-hours, hoping for a break-out role. I used to think that this was a completely ludicrous theory, but I'm beginning to wonder!
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