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| - I've tried to forget about my experience at Benedict's, but every time I drive by I am reminded of the experience. We decided to try Benedict's for Father's Day this summer, the reviews were good, it looked cute and it's near our house. We walked in, no lines, but tables were occupied so we happily waited a bit. The staff sat our group of 3 at a table the size of my nightstand, I was a little concerned, but figured they knew what they were doing. They took our drink order and brought them out, no problem.
The issue came when they delivered our plates. The table may have been able to accommodate 2 regular size plates, but not three. We had to strategically place the plates on the table so we could eat, mine was hanging a little of the table to make room for my son's plate and our cups/mugs and glasses. I took a bite of the Arizona Benedict, it was quite good. I went to cut another size and the entire plate upended into my lap and purse. I shrieked, loud enough to catch the attention of the rest of the diners, but not the staff working. I had to get up find napkins, clean everything up. After waiting for several minutes for someone to come ask what happened, I finally flagged the waiter down and told him what had occurred, his reaction, he shrugged. My husband is boiling at this point. I finally get up and have to ask for the check. The young woman asked me about the meal, at which point I had to tell her what happened. She took my meal off my bill, but by this time I was incredibly frustrated by the entire experience.
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