Saturday we had lots to do. We needed to buy a couple hundred pounds of dog food from Pet Club, stock up on some stuff at Costco, pick up some items from Omaha Steaks that were out of stock the last time we were there, and do a few things around the house before we met some people for dinner and the hockey game.
Instead of cooking breakfast, we decided to get some while we were out. We were going to stop by a place called Cup and Saucer which is a tiny place next to Mervins at Blossom Hill and Meridian. They have good, home-style food, decent service, and we like the place. Unfortunately, the line was out the door and it would take us a while to get seated and served. We debated heading to Flames on Hillsdale at Ross, but they were in the opposite direction from where we needed to be. We headed down Blossom Hill to see what was available, and stopped at Denny’s on Blossom Hill at Sanchez.
We walked in and signed up on the waiting list. Denny’s is a lot bigger than Cup and Saucer and we figured the wait wouldn’t be as long. We stood around and waited. And waited. During that time I glanced back into their kitchen area which was visible from where we sat. The counters didn’t look like they had been cleaned in a while. I worked in a restaurant for several years and I know that it’s hard, hot work. But you have to keep things wiped down.
We finally got seated and received our menus. Janet’s was in Spanish. That irked me on a number of levels, but I’ll save those rants for another time.
I started watching the bus boys wiping down tables. They didn’t seem to be doing a very good job of it, and I wouldn’t want to be the person who had to sit where that kid had tossed food everywhere.
No sign of a waitress yet. People who had come in after us had already been seated, had their orders taken, and had received their drinks. Finally, the people at the next table sent out an expedition to find a waitress. After she took their order she stopped by and took ours.
We waited some more and wondered where our drinks had run off to. Finally, Janet snagged a guy with a coffee pot and got some. Soon after our waitress arrived with our juices.
Eventually we got our food. Of course, the order was wrong. I pointed out that I had ordered the cinnamon apple pancakes and not the French toast. The guy with the food started arguing with me and told me that I had ordered French toast. Then he told me that cinnamon apple pancakes weren’t on the menu. I replied that they were, and that’s what I had ordered. He brought a menu and I immediately opened it and pointed to the cinnamon apple pancakes. He said that he’d go get them, but he didn’t seem too happy. Plus he was really rude.
At that point Janet and I left. We figured that the next step in this little adventure would probably be food poisoning and headed out the door. Our breakfast consisted of Burger King burgers.
My chances of ever going to a Denny’s anywhere at any time are precisely zero.
Stumble it!
