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| - Our son has this tendency to get things in his head and he will not let them go. I think he gets it from his mother. Regardless, in this case he decided that he had to go to the Red Lobster. So we decided to take him for his birthday.
Thinking ahead, we showed up at 4:30 on a Saturday, just knowing that we would beat the dinner rush. Unfortunately, everyone else appeared to have the same plan. So we were told it would be a 20-minute wait. Unfortunately that turned into something more like 35 minutes. But it wasn't horrible, since it was a nice day, and the staff was generally good about updating us on the status of the table.
Unfortunately, since there were five of us, and a very large party arrived just in front of us, encompassing multiple tables and the setup of this location not conducive to larger parties, it meant the only option even at that time was for us to sit at a booth for four with a chair at the end. It was cramped to say the least, and then that was made worse by the fact that we were placed in the traffic lane between the tables of the aforementioned large party. We asked to move, and were given another table that had just been cleared. Clear sailing ahead. Or not.
Just as we were settling into this new table - now just over an hour after we arrived - a lady approached us, in a relatively nice manner, and asked us to move to yet another table. Please know that it isn't that we had a problem with any particular table, but that we had already been there for an hour, we had been seated and moved once already and initially been told that it would be only 20 minutes.
Then we found out that the lady who asked us to move this last time was actually one of the people in the large party that was taking up all the large booths so that we couldn't be seated, and perhaps most importantly, the staff milling about just allowed her to do so.
So we left. On the way out, the manager-type person apologized, and she was nice about it, but sometimes enough is enough.
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