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| - I meet up with friends. Order a vodka soda and I get some watery drink that costs $7. I get a quesadilla with added grilled jalapenos. Woman gets the exact same quesadilla but with no onions or avocado.
Out comes a pretty decent ques but without the jalapenos. I point this out. Politely. Yes. Me. Politely. Seriously. The waitress says: "okay, I'll take it back". She didn't give a fuck. Then she zones into the woman's quesadilla which correctly had the 0 onions and 0 avocado. She then says "okay I'll get you one with no onions or avocado". I say "incorrect". She smiles and walks away. As she walks, I say "nononon, IN-CORRECT." I read back the order to her like an air traffic controller giving taxiing directions to a pilot that speaks horrible english. "Everything, avocados, onions, everything you have in this quesadilla but grilled jalapenos please." She smiles and nods while walking away.
Out comes the quesadilla. No onions. No avocado. But jalapenos. Good lord. Shit happens. But it's ok. Being a dick will just hurt their feelings and have us ignored for the rest of the night. Let's try it again. Just get it right. All of my friends are half finished their food. But it's ok. I'll catch up. I point out that she got the order wrong again. She looks at the plate and says: "ohhhhhkayyyyyyyyyyyyyy" in this "I'm right, you're wrong, here comes another Calgary labor market shortage! ahahahahah fuck you! waitresses run all the bars in this city now!" kinda tone.
Finally, round three gets thrown on our table. It had 7 jalapenos. I counted. It was alright, too soft though. Salsa and sour cream in those min urine sample sized cups. But they were sure to charge $0.99 for the jalapenos.
A friend also got a bailey's and coffee. Asked if he could get it to go. ABSOLUTELY NOT said Alison Redford/waitress. My friend pours it in his travel mug anyways. This city is horrendously boring when cold and sober.
We pay up, $82 for a few drinks and 3 plates of food. Outrageous price, which works out to be an average price by Calgary standards. I do not want to tip the waitress, but my friend insists. Fuck. We give her $7. Too generous. She is absolutely certain to grab the credit card receipt as soon as I put my pen down. She does the classic canadian passive aggressiveness; as she walks away she says to us (but in the type of manner that makes it seems she is saying it to herself) : "really!?". I call her out on her bullshit, asking if I should rescind my tip or something. She says she was acting like an entitled bitch because my friend took the coffee to go. But really, we know why.
It's too bad OJs has such shitty service across all of their locations. I had bullshit service like this at the k-town location a couple times. It's too bad that this OJs is just as shitty, in spite of its beautiful interior (but ruined by flat screen TVs playing the 2008 WSOP). It's also too bad that such decent pub food and the experience that goes with paying way too much for it is ruined by useless middlemen that we can do without. In fact, bars would be way better in this city if they were all self service. Bars have waitresses the same reason the canadian government has its "economic action plan": to give people jobs for the sake of giving them jobs.
Anyways, good lord. Why do I eat out in this city.
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