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| - The food was decent. The servers and waitstaff were very friendly to my service dog and I. Just as we were gathering to leave, our food and drinks in to to go containers, the manager plows around the counter: brusquely demanding, "Is that a service dog?"
I politely replied, "yes."
He bellowed, "Well, is it a he or she; it needs to be under the table."
I responded, "We're actually just leaving, she laid to the right of me out of the walkway. She doesn't fit under table because of her size, and the rungs under the table."
He pointed, commanding: "Next time, under the table."
I apologized, "I'm sorry, none of the servers asked us to move."
A lady next to us said, "Leave them alone, they're fine."
During our meal, the waitstaff complimented my dog's courteous behavior and training.
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