Pain in the Aster
I went to lunch today with my friend Steve at Jack Aster’s. I ordered a black and bleu burger, which is usually a safe bet for me. Today, however, it didn’t work out as planned. It wasn’t cooked the way I ordered it, and the bleu cheese on it was not good. I hate being that P.I.T.A. patron that causes a headache for someone, but I was hungry and only had about two bites of the burger. So I sent back the burger and got fish instead. The manager came out, and we had the following conversation:
Manager: I heard that you didn’t like your burger.
Me: No, I didn’t.
Manager: We use black Angus beef.
Me: Oh, it wasn’t the beef. It just wasn’t cooked right, and the cheese tasted… not good.
Manager: …
Me: It’s not you, it’s me.
Yes, I broke up with the manager of Jack Aster’s. But really? He should’ve seen it coming. We haven’t been communicating effectively lately.
Monica said,
February 24, 2008 @ 9:57 pm
you are absolutely HILARIOUS!!! that was awesome!!!
Kels said,
February 24, 2008 @ 11:15 pm
lol I love the way you write about these scenarios..! I had a similar experience at Red Robin…
Kate said,
February 28, 2008 @ 7:33 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
i wouldn’t have let him off so easily. ‘FIX MY BURGER, NOW!!’