You know I like to have fun here and honestly, I like to be positive and look at the bright side, but godammit, sometimes when people are face-on in your grill, you just have to call bullshit.
What kills me is that I feel compelled to do it for the second post in a row. Lame. First it was the S-R, and now (may I burn I hell) Benniditos.
I've been waiting to burn enough calories to earn a pizza and today it happened. I was STOKED. The plan was to roll in, park my butt at the bar, have a coupla brews while I waited for the pie to cook, eat some of it there and take the rest home.
The bar was pretty full, so I grabbed a spot next to the register. A worker-dude came up and literally barked at me about what did I want. I instinctively barked back. We all like our cool neighborhood pizza joint, and I know they want to be all edgy and all that, but dude. You were so far out of line, so full of yourself.
Sitting next to the register was unique. A lady came up and was dissatisfied that she had to pay a mandatory 18% gratuity (she must have been part of a large group) for service that basically sucked. She was respectful and didn't say it that way, but the response from the female server was that she should take her business someplace else. After the lady left, the server bragged about her response to her co-workers. I threw up in my mouth.
I worked a bunch of years in the service industry and even if I thought I didn't need a certain customer, I would never tell them that. EVER.
I've never gotten good service there and I've just figured it's part of the deal, but now I see how it is. Well, I always did, but now it's too clear. I'll probably go back there at some point because some friends are meeting there or whatever, but it will never be my choice and I'll do my best to spend as little as possible.
I eventually got my pizza, but it tasted funny.