I am waiting on a large group of about twenty people. Everything is going smoothly while I take the order and deliver the food. After giving them a few minutes, I go back to the table and ask how everything is. Most of the table murmurs pleasantly and nods their heads, but one woman raises her hand and I walk closer to where she is sitting.
Me: “Is there a problem with your food, or something I can get for you?”
Woman: “My and my husband’s steaks are cold in the center. Could you put them back on the grill to heat them up more? I think they sat too long with such a big group.”
Me: “I’m sorry about that. The health department won’t let us put them back on the grill, but I will get new orders made for you. The steaks are medium rare, correct?”
Man: “That’s right. Thanks.”
I take their plates, too, and ask the cooks to remake the food.
Grill Cook: “Those didn’t sit at all other than letting them rest for a minute. Are you sure they wanted them medium rare?”
Me: “I double-checked before coming back. I’ll take them right from the grill. Maybe they just don’t usually rest their steaks, so they are used to being warmer.”
The food is remade, and I have the steaks on the table less than a minute from being taken off the grill. The couple thanks me. I get refill orders from the table and check back in with the couple.
Me: “How are the steaks?”
Woman: “They are still cold in the center; we would like them remade again.”
Me: “I’m sorry about that. I will go get that going for you.”
Back in the kitchen, I order the third set of steaks.
Cook: “It’s not possible to get them any hotter and still be medium rare.”
Me: “I know. Will you make them medium instead? Maybe that will work.”
I bring out the food, and this time I wait for them to check it. They immediately send it back for being cold.
Cook: “If they want another steak, I’m going to make it well done.”
Me: “That’s fine. Honestly, I don’t think they know what they are ordering.”
I bring the fourth set of steaks straight from the grill, cooked well done. I get a few dessert orders from the group while the couple checks their steaks. Before I go back to the kitchen, I check with the couple.
Man: “These steaks are still too cold! Do I need to go back there and show your cook how to get a hot steak?”
Throughout the whole process, the couple has been very polite. This slightly frustrated outburst is pretty mild compared to how most people get after sending their food back even once.
Me: “I’m sorry. I will get them made again.”
To the kitchen!
Me: “[Cook], I’m sorry.”
Cook: “How are they still complaining that they’re cold? I’m not wasting another steak on them. Did they bite them at all?”
Me: “No, they just cut into them and touched the center.”
Cook: “Good, give them back.”
I hand her the plates, and she takes the steaks and drops them into the deep fryer. I get the dessert order rung in, and as the desserts are finishing up, the cook pulls the steaks out of the deep fryer. They no longer look like food.
Cook: “Here. If they still are not happy, tell them that’s too bad. I am not going to make anything else for them.”
I don’t want to bring out the burnt hockey pucks, but I already told the couple I would bring them out new food, so I do so reluctantly. I set down the steaks first and then distribute the desserts to the rest of the table.
Me: “How are the steaks this time?”
Man: “Absolutely wonderful! This is the best steak I have ever had.”
Woman: “Yes! Why couldn’t they have done this the first time?”
Me: “I’m not sure, but I’m so glad we were able to get that figured out for you.”
Woman: “Please send our compliments to the chef. I’m sure it was a difficult process, but at least now they know how to make a decent steak. I’m sure it will be a valuable lesson going forward. Since everyone else is eating dessert already, can we order ours to go?”