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| - Oh- Marie Callender's... where to begin? Stopped by for nostalgic reasons- it's been about ten years since my grandmother used to take me regularly.
I may start with the fact that I manage a restaurant myself, which makes me forgiving in certain aspects, but perhaps a little overly critical in others.
We waited at the hostess stand for quite some time. The hostess was very nice I might add, but the other employee watching from a short distance without acknowledgment didn't go unnoticed. Our server was also very nice. Here's my issue- food quality and management. I ordered the salmon along with the salad bar. The salad bar was okaaaayyy...had about three or four open holes where items should have been. Now I'm aware that I wouldn't be having the salmon of my life here, but expected palatable. This was neither. I barely touched it. Fishy and rubbery. Once the server noticed, she sent the manager over who barely looked me in the eye as she quickly dismissed my complaint. I hate making a scene, so I didn't press the issue. The entree stayed untouched, and we paid the full bill...salmon as well. Okay, I ordered it, yes. I'm not one to look for a free meal by any means. However, I surely will not make a guest pay for something they obviously didn't like, and did not eat because of poor quality. Maybe if the manager was a little more sincere in her apology I wouldn't be writing this at all.
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