By the end, an hour after dinner when we finally got free cupcakes, the waitress who had originally given us someone's else's check still couldn't find ours. We had our coats on, Xander was near asleep on Jonathan's shoulder, and the waitress started to ask what we had ordered in order to re-bill us. Halfway through her sentence the manager (who obviously saw my face and didn't want to mess with a furious hormonal pregnant woman) cut her off and told us that our meal was complimentary and we were free to go.
All in all, the food was good. It was even better considering we didn't pay for it. But OY... usually I'm tolerant, understanding even. Not this time.
2 comments:
Is that where we went to dinner with Lynn when we arrived and the service was terrible for just the 5 of us? Good that the manager finally stepped up. Certainly a frustration you didn't need.
Uh, no, that was another restaurant completely. Doesn't say much for Cincinnati, does it?
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