Pictured: the Adversary. Late last week, our inbox was deluged with emails asking us to write about a story from the National Post in Canada, our fair neighbor to the North. The story pertained to a customer who won a $12,000 judgment against a steakhouse, supposedly for refusing to accommodate the customer's germaphobia. The heavy implication was that our tipsters couldn't wait until we started angrily shouting about it. Yeah ... not so much, actually?
Mrs Canoehead is very sensitive to chemicals and fragrances (as in, flu-like symptoms if the exposure is to much). So we sometimes need to ask restaurant staff to not use a spray when cleaning nearby tables, or to let us move to another table if someone next to us if starting to much aftershave.
We've never had a bad experience over it. Why? Because we ask politely, and because servers, by and large, are nice people and not assholes.
If the manager did indeed say "words to that effect", there should be some compensation, although in my opinion 12 large is a little rich for an insult.
Think so. They weren't from the US, they were training at the local base in the middle of nowhere, and we got a lot of the foreign Muslim dudes business--even though Dominos is not *cough* famous for good food. If they came in the morning, we could even do it halal, which requires a separate cutting utensil that hasn't been used on pork products.
Read Pinkham's OTM or old Kitchenette pieces. PLENTY of regulars seem to enjoy being dicks. Being a regular isn't indicative of customer behavior (despite it being counter-intuitive to most of us to act like a jackass to the people who handle your food).
My favorite Chinese restaurant in the whole world (sadly, closed long ago) cleaned their glass-top tables by pouring the end of the pot of tea left by the previous occupants on the table and swabbing it with leftover cloth napkins. They had the best food. I ate there for more than 20 years. Imagine my shock and horror when the Boston Marathon bombing happened. The first bomb went off right in front of where this restaurant used to be. Their spring rolls were the best I've ever had before or since. Their Szechuan string beans were incomparable (great cold, by themselves or thrown into a salad at home the next day!). Their Peking ravioli are still unbeaten. Their hot and sour soup was rich and warm and full of good things. I can taste it now. They had some kind of marinated mung bean sprouts that I adored but have never seen in any other restaurant. Oh, how I miss those days.
I snorted wine out my nose! Eeeeewwwww
This is called a compromise, and is fair. I hope that the Muslim customer and the pizza guy were both satisfied with the situation.
All the ups for you. Continued recovery to your wife, and thank you for a lovely story.
Mrs Canoehead is very sensitive to chemicals and fragrances (as in, flu-like symptoms if the exposure is to much). So we sometimes need to ask restaurant staff to not use a spray when cleaning nearby tables, or to let us move to another table if someone next to us if starting to much aftershave.
We've never had a bad experience over it. Why? Because we ask politely, and because servers, by and large, are nice people and not assholes.
Presumably, there are other times when it might not be so easy?
I agree with your last paragraph.
If the manager did indeed say "words to that effect", there should be some compensation, although in my opinion 12 large is a little rich for an insult.
And Toronto had Rob Ford.
Think so. They weren't from the US, they were training at the local base in the middle of nowhere, and we got a lot of the foreign Muslim dudes business--even though Dominos is not *cough* famous for good food. If they came in the morning, we could even do it halal, which requires a separate cutting utensil that hasn't been used on pork products.
Read Pinkham's OTM or old Kitchenette pieces. PLENTY of regulars seem to enjoy being dicks. Being a regular isn't indicative of customer behavior (despite it being counter-intuitive to most of us to act like a jackass to the people who handle your food).
Most people, including germophobes, know next to nothing about how germs actually work.
My favorite Chinese restaurant in the whole world (sadly, closed long ago) cleaned their glass-top tables by pouring the end of the pot of tea left by the previous occupants on the table and swabbing it with leftover cloth napkins. They had the best food. I ate there for more than 20 years. Imagine my shock and horror when the Boston Marathon bombing happened. The first bomb went off right in front of where this restaurant used to be. Their spring rolls were the best I've ever had before or since. Their Szechuan string beans were incomparable (great cold, by themselves or thrown into a salad at home the next day!). Their Peking ravioli are still unbeaten. Their hot and sour soup was rich and warm and full of good things. I can taste it now. They had some kind of marinated mung bean sprouts that I adored but have never seen in any other restaurant. Oh, how I miss those days.
"Ontario is a province, which is like Canada’s version of a state, except none of them would be dumb enough to elect Tom Cotton"
They were, however, sufficiently ignorant enough to elect Stephen Harper. O.K., maybe not in Ontario, but elsewhere.
Dante would definitely be accomodating.
With 38-40% of the popular vote. Trump has been taking notes.
One. The other three are working.
Also, three people died.