Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

The Rude Waiter

So while at the Feast of San Gennaro we decided to stop off and have some Sangria and share an appetizer at a restaurant. The temporary dining space on the street was packed, inside the restaurant was a little better, but there was also a back patio. I requested the patio so we could enjoy the gorgeous weather, and there were no crowds.

We were sitting for a good ten minutes before the waiter showed up, he asked for our order and we requested a pitcher of Sangria and the Fried Mozzarella. He looked at us and snapped “I’ll need your full order, I’ll come back in a few minutes when you’ve decided.” and he walked away. The busboy brought the Sangria, but only because we asked him to while waiting for the waiter to show up the first time.

Ten more minutes go by and the waiter finally returns, I let my sister explain to him that that was our full order, we’re just here to have some sangria and a snack.

“Fine.” and off he goes again, every time he comes out he makes it a point to turn his head away from the Bridge & Tunnel tourists (that’d be us) who dared to occupy a table for a mere Sangria ($25) and an appetizer (7.50). Mind you, there was hardly anyone on the patio, 4 out of at least 16 tables were occupied. One by a couple also having nothing but Sangria. It’s not like we were taking up needed space during prime hours.

After being ignored and treated like shit, our appetizer finally arrived (after 25 minutes), it was awesome, but it still couldn’t make up for the rudeness of this asshole.



Now, understand, I knew I was taking up space, even if it wasn’t busy, and I knew I was placing a small order for a table of four. I planned on making it worth his while with my tip, which would have been 30% for the effort. Instead, he got a standard tip and a note “Your tip would have been much better, had you not been so rude.”

And as my final slap in this waiter’s face, on the way out we were stopped by two older women who asked if the restaurant was any good. I said “It’s wonderful, just avoid the back patio, the waiter is VERY rude.

Dear Rude Waiter, you never know who’s at your table… asshole.

Buona Notte Ristorante NOT WORTH THE ATTITUDE.