Unfiltered Story #199909

, , | Unfiltered | July 5, 2020

(My Mom and I were sitting at the bar in a Chinese Restaurant that we used to be regulars at. Since the other restaurant was closed, we decided to go to this particular restaurant, since we hadn’t been there in awhile. While my Mom and I were looking at the menu for takeout, there was a man at the counter, with the Chinese waitress. I’m not too sure what was first said, but I tried to listen in as best as possible. Basically, he was complaining about how the food was disgusting, and he seemed to be kind of a jerk about it. He also said that the food made him and his wife sick. I couldn’t understand what the Chinese woman was saying, because of her accent, but I saw her pick up the phone. I guess who she was trying to call didn’t answer. The guy was still being a jerk about it. He also said he was going to call the (Chinese Restaurant main office) and the Health Inspector. The whole time, I was whispering to my Mom about what was going on, because I was mostly the one listening. I even said how I was nervous about eating there now! I just wonder what the man and his wife ate to get apparently sick! I was also waiting for him to rage at us and the other customers about how terrible the food was!

Then, when my Mom brought it up later, she questioned, “I don’t know what he expected her to do… I also don’t understand how the food would’ve made them sick, if it was too disgusting-looking to eat.” She then said, “I don’t know if he wanted a free meal, or what?”

I then said, “Well, he said he wasn’t eating there again, because the food was disgusting and made them sick.”

There could be many reasons why the food made the man and his wife sick, but as long as we’ve went to that restaurant, we’ve never had a problem.)

Unfiltered Story #199905

, | Unfiltered | July 5, 2020

(I used to work behind the counter of this self-service restaurant. Note that I am not very good at confrontation, even when necessary. One evening, there’s a line of customers waiting to pay for their food. The lady in front is paying, but she seems to have some trouble to find enough cash in her wallet. To be honest, she’s really slow! At some point, the man behind her gets agitated.)

Customer 2: ‘Could you hurry up?’

Customer 1: ‘No need to be so rude! Come on!’

Customer 2: ‘No, but the tray I’m carrying is quite heavy, you see. And that goes for all the people in line waiting.’

Customer 1: ‘Well, I’m not standing here for fun too, you know!’

(At that point, customer 1’s husband arrives. A firm bloke.)

Husband: ‘What’s happening here?’

Customer 1: ‘He told me to hurry up?’

Customer 2: ‘Yeah, well, it was taking really long!’

(At this point, I am really annoyed and want to intervene, but due to my recessive nature, I don’t know how.)

Me: ‘Could you please do this somewhere else?’

(They all ignore me. Customer 1’s husband even makes a really weird statement.)

Husband: ‘You can’t tell her to hurry up. “Hurry up”? What “hurry up”? That’s how you talk to your friends, but not to me! Hurry up yourself!’

(Finally customer 1 and her husband walk off. Customer 2 pays and walks off as well.)

Customer 3: *Jokingly* ‘Oh dear? Can we eat safely?’

Unfiltered Story #199901

, , | Unfiltered | July 5, 2020

I work on take out at a popular restaurant chain. We have a new thing going where customers can get what’s called a pasta station. It comes with all the pasta and sauces and toppings and stuff individually so they can mix and match their own plate. On top of that we give all the set up stuff like wire racks, pans, heating pieces and that kind of thing.

So i get in in the morning and we have an order for a pasta station for 30 people. Now this is a ton of food. I’m talking 6 huge trays of various pastas, 8 trays of sauces and 9 trays of toppings and 3 jumbo salads. In total i had about 10 massive bags for the entire order. The pick up was for 12 and since i open at 11 i only had an hour to get it all together. So long story short i ran around like a maniac trying to get it all done since i was the only one on at the time.

At almost 12 on the dot my manager gets a phone call from the lady who ordered saying that she will be anywhere from 45 minutes to a few hours late. I’m a little annoyed but i relax since it gives me more time to finish getting everything together. As the morning continues i had hardly any orders so that means no tips coming my way. Finally at 2:30 while i’m trying to help another 3 customers the lady finally shows up. I am very helpful and put off my other orders to get her all together. I wrangled some of my coworkers to help bring everything to her car and she seemed really happy with everything. I go ring her in and her bill is about 450$. She leaves and i check the receipt, no tip.

I was so pissed off i wanted to punch her in the face.

This Short, Black Hair Is Telling Tall Tales

, , , , | Legal | July 4, 2020

My friend told me this story. He works in an upscale Chinese restaurant as a chef. Given the area, the majority of the clientele are mostly rich businessmen with the snobby attitude to match.

It was lunchtime, so only two chefs — my friend and the head chef — were working the kitchen due to how slow lunchtimes were. There was one larger party in the restaurant having a business meeting, along with some smaller groups. Partway through the lunchtime hours, the manager came running into the kitchen, red. The business party had complained of a hair in the food and was demanding that the chefs personally come out and publicly apologise to Save Face.

They were both ushered out to the party and stood in front of about ten businessmen looking angry, pointing accusingly at a short, black hair floating in a bowl of soup and shouting about having their jobs. Both my friend and the head chef cracked up, making the party even angrier. They then took off their chef hats. My friend has long hair to his upper thighs that he plaits to make it easier to get it under a hairnet; the head chef is completely bald. The short hair quite clearly belonged to neither of them.

The businessmen — all of whom had short, black hair — fell silent and the manager shoved both chefs back to the kitchen, even redder, though this time because of embarrassment rather than anger. The businessmen were not invited back for trying to scam the restaurant.

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Unfiltered Story #199887

, , | Unfiltered | July 4, 2020

(this took place during my first shift as a server in a new restaurant. The customer’s question caught me off guard, and I think even my answer to his question is pretty laughable)

Customer: On the *specific* pizza, are the mushrooms cooked?

Me: uh… um, well, the mushrooms go on the pizza… and then the pizza goes in the oven… and so then they cook in the oven.