going down
Slipping a notch or twelve on my list of favorite restaurants is Texas Roadhouse. They've got the 2nd best ribs ever. We went to the one in Bethlehem tonight. I dropped Kim off at the door then went to park. Half hour was what Kim told me. SEVENTY FIVE minutes later, I went to check. We were ten or fifteen tables away from being seated. "Maybe she was told an hour and thirty minutes," said the hapless manager. No bloody way. We were standing just inside the door and the blonde bimbo taking names was telling people a half an hour wait. The nimrod manager said we still had an hour and a half left. I went back to Kim, grabbed their little pager, returned to their counter, threw it on the floor behind their little counter and stormed out. I may have hit, or almost hit, someone on my way out the door. I don't give a flying fuck. I'm sick and goddamn tired of being the good guy. I hope I broke their pager! I hope I did hit someone with the door on the way out. It wouldn't have been so bad had I not heard them say "half an hour" to people coming in after us, and people coming in after us being seated before us. I wouldn't have been pissed (or as pissed) had the manager been polite about it and not tried to say that my wife lied to me.
Now we have one of those opening in Stroudsburg soon. We'll see how that one goes. At this point, I'm ready to be disappointed.
Now we have one of those opening in Stroudsburg soon. We'll see how that one goes. At this point, I'm ready to be disappointed.