My boyfriend and I just returned from Boston Pizza, again a chain restaurant on a Friday night. Wasn't my idea of a good time, but I gave in.
The food was nothing special. I ordered the pizza burger and my boyfriend ordered the spicy penne. The salad that accompanied my dinner had clearly been tossed long before i ever ordered it which was evidenced by the soggy heap accompanying the burger. The burger itself was just fine. His food seemed fine overall as he is fairly easily pleased flavour wise.
What stood out about the restaurant tonight was that there were employees everywhere. I counted at least 12. Which would make it seem like they would have everything under control. Actually, the opposite. People were running around like crazy, no apparent purpose. Mid meal, our waitress came by our table. She lifted my side sauce off the side plate it came out on, took the plate and left the sauce. It felt like when your mom used to say "bring me all the plates from your room, I'm doing a load". And suddenly it was gone, but my sauce remained. I continued eating, puzzled by my sad side sauce sans plate.
It just felt like we were being rushed out of a normally already quick dining experience.