They’d Rather Starve Than Go Back To This Restaurant
The waiter wigged out on us complaining about how we were just walking out, we blew him off and kept walking. The kitchen staff joined in cussing at us through the pass-through.
I will NEVER IN MY LIFE EAT THERE again, even if I starve.”
They Wouldn’t Adjust The Total So She Decided On A New One
“I was attending a dive club meeting at a local restaurant. I ordered dinner, ate, and left a good tip on the table. When I got up to the cashier to pay for my meal, I noticed that they had added a 20% gratuity to the bill because we were in a large group. I asked them to remove the gratuity as I had already left a good tip at the table. The cashier gave me a look like I was lying and suggested I go back to the table and retrieve it.
I went back and sure enough, it was already gone. I went back to the cashier and told him what happened but he refused to budge. I told him I would try to find the waitress. While he was busy with other customers, I slipped out without paying. Never went back, either.”
An Overdue Tab 55 Years In The Making
“In 1963 my husband was in Rio, his hometown. He had a local hangout where he always ran a tab and paid up about once a month.
He had just turned 18 and was planning to go college in the US. His mom is a US citizen. He happened to get an unexpected free ride to the States, so he left a bill behind. Well, one thing led to another. He didn’t go to college. He spent 6 years in the Navy, including a tour in Vietnam that left him disabled.
So, in 1968 we get married and go to Rio for our honeymoon and to get back together with the in-laws. We spend a lot of time talking about all the old memories and end up in the same bar…where the same owner is behind the bar. We have a drink and a lot of conversation. At the end of the evening, my husband remembers the old bill and the bartender has it in the office. We look at the total and my husband realizes that he didn’t bring enough cash.
The owner smiles and says: ‘Don’t worry, your credit is good!'”
An Awkward Misunderstanding
“For six weeks straight I visited a local bar every Thursday, started a tab, ran up at least a $200 bill. Back when I had my development company, it became a regular thing to take the team out to a local bar once a week. We would start at the bar, then move outside to the patio when the band showed up so we could hear each other over the music. At the end of the night, the girl working the patio would bring us our bill and I would pay it and leave. I never really paid attention to the amounts or how much everyone had, but looking back I wish I had because I couldn’t believe the constant mistake I had been making for those six weeks, I was so embarrassed.