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| - The waitress seemed to exude negative vibes from the moment I arrived with my two daughters. I think she thought I was hitting on her, but I definitely WAS NOT. She arrived at our table in the middle of a conversation I was having with my daughter and when I said something about my daughter's age, she gave a look like she thought I was asking HER her age. A pissy, surprised, annoyed look. Geez, lady, let me have some time with my kids and don't think every word uttered is about you!
Fine, we gave her our orders, and then we waited ... and waited ... and waited ... and ... well, you get it. When the food came, my daughter's waffles had no whipped cream, despite the menu CLEARLY describing whipped cream. So my daughter (who is 7) asked about the whipped cream. The waitress responded as though it was a special request (not politely or respectfully) and the whipped cream *never came anyway*.
Second, I hate the chunks of potato and onion mess they serve at Ricky's, so I asked the waitress for shoestring potatoes instead, since I really like the way Ricky's makes those. She forgot and, when my (cold) potatoes arrived, they were the kind I don't like to eat. She didn't write down our order, and I guess her memory isn't quite what she thinks it is, since she screwed up both orders.
It wasn't just us, by the way: I heard her apologizing to other customers for forgetting things they asked for as well.
So, as a small piece of advice to Ms. Take-Everything-Personally-and-Forget-Everybody's-Order: Maintain a pad of paper. Learn to write if you have to. Stop screwing up our orders, please. And it's NOT all about YOU.
Food was not very good, either: My pancakes were soggy. Eggs overcooked. Bacon, inexplicably, was burnt on the tips and greasy/borderline uncooked in the middle. How is that even possible without laser beams and poison gas???
The presentation of my plate was bad: It looked as though they ran out of large plates, so the (overcooked) eggs were thrown on top of everything. The (unasked-for) potatoes were overflowing the plate and the toast was stacked up ridiculously high. I couldn't even see the sausages and bacon thanks to the layering of food overtop. The first bite is taken with the eye ... and all I saw was a vertical stack on a smallish plate. Wow. I still marvel that I PAID for all this.
After we ate as much as we could, we waited ... and waited ... and ... well, you know, for the bill. Finally, we just went to the front and she came, all flustered and quiet to print out and present the bill. We walked across the parking to lot to the DQ for dessert, because I was damned if I would spend an extra cent in this poor excuse for a restaurant.
I don't want ALL the blame placed on our waitress: She looked very busy and more than a little overwhelmed by the number of people. I, instead, blame the management of this sham for not training staff properly, not staffing it sufficiently, and hiring marginal personalities as the public-facing representatives of your inadequate and underachieving mediocrity. Shame on the lot of you.
You won't see us back again.
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