I just need to get this out. I'm so tired and uncomfortable at 36 weeks with twins, that most of my usual personality is subdued. But this made me mad and really upset. You know, I don't go out much as it is because I'm just fed up with all the stares and intrusive comments about my pregnancy. Frankly, it makes me very self conscious.
But, since I'm having my c/s next week and will be coming home with twins, my husband and I knew that last night would be our final hurrah for quite a while. so, he decided to take me to a really nice restaurant. It was a 4 or 5 star restaurant in downtown St. Paul. Basically, this is what happened:
Our water glasses were filled once.
My husband's steak wasn't done as he asked and the waitress waited until we were nearly done eating to see if everything was ok. My husband would have sent it back to be better cooked, but since we could never find our waitress, he just ate around the steak and filled up on the side dishes.
I finished my bottle of water and was never offered another. My husband wasn't offered another drink either.
We ordered dessert and mine wasn't warm (as promised on the menu). Not a big deal I would have sent it back to be heated (it was bread pudding- you just gotta have that heated, kwim?) but she didn't come back to our table. We couldn't even SEE her helping other diners. I tried to just pick at it til she came back when I could ask her to reheat it but I was 2/3 done with it and my husband was finished with his dessert by the time I got her attention. When she asked how it was, I said it would have been better heated. To which she replied, "oh, it wasn't? That's too bad." Um, yeah since we paid $8.50 for that dang bread pudding!!! (I didn't say that).
The manager did agree to comp the cost of my husband's entree since he didn't eat his steak. So, when the bill came, we gave the waitress a 15% tip based on the final total bill. We would have given her a tip based on what the bill would have been with my husband's entree charged on there, but we just didn't feel she did a very good job. She just never seemed particularly concerned about us.
To add injury to insult, I needed to use the restroom as we were leaving. And the only way to get there is to pass the kitchen area on a heavily traveled walkway with big floor rugs everywhere. Since I'm so pregnant I always walk slowly and carefully. but it didn't matter - the floor under one of those rugs was wet and the rug slipped out from under me. Down I went pulling a groin muscle and embarrassing me to death. My husband picked me up and I said I was ok and hurried into the bathroom and cried. I was just so embarrassed. My husband said that while he was waiting for me the waitress came up to him and made a rude comment about the tip- something about being disappointed. I came out of the bathroom and we just wanted to leave. But some assistant manager came running up to us and asked us to wait a minute. She seemed very concerned- that we wouldn't sue. She asked if she could call me a doctor. She asked i I had other children, and then she said, "oh, you've been through this before so you know what your body can handle." She gushed about the twins and went on and on about her own children (I'm sure i looked miserable at that point- why couldn't she just have shut up?) so we got up and said we wanted to leave. She said, no, just let me get the manager to talk to you. So, we are sitting there in the doorway waiting for the manager. Basically she asked the same crap: are you hurt? do you need a doctor? What happened? It would have been nice to have her offer to comp our bill SINCE IT WAS THEir WATER ON THE FLOOR THAT CAUSED ME TO SLIP. She didn't even apologize for that. She said, "I'm not the one who put the water on the floor." Stupid wench.
So, if you are ever in St. Paul, Minnesota, DO NOT EAT AT KINCAID'S.
Lisa
Mom to Gator July 2003
And Cha-Cha July 2005
and surprise! twins due 11/07!