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| - It's simply amazing how you can take a restaurant that has pretty good food, decent ambiance, and have the service people knock the rating from a four star to a two, but indeed, it happened tonight, and it happened at Stingray.
My work buddy and I went to Stingray for the first time tonight. The drinks? Good. The tuna rolls? Very good. The sashimi? Excellent (though the portions were small and the saba portions ridiculously small. I don't get that.) So the food was decent. Nothing to write home about. Now, about the waitress and the busboy? Obnoxious--as in "over the top." If you read my other reviews you know I try to keep it positive and upbeat and I "try" for humorous, but when there's a problem, I say so. So, onto Ms. Obnoxious. My waitress, Jane (or so it says on my receipt) felt it was completely appropriate to interrupt our conversation six distinct and separate times, to ask us how we were doing and to see if we would order something else. No "excuse me," no politely waiting for a sentence to finish. Just bam, in your face. Rude. Just the fact that I got to the point where I was preoccupied enough by it to start counting ... well peeps, speechless over here. Take a hike, Jane. Jane had absolutely no consideration for the fact we were the customer and the she was intruding, and let me make this clear if you are reading this, Jane. You were extremely invasive. Tone it down. Simply obnoxious.
Next, (again mid-conversation) someone else comes over to lower the parasol over our head. This, as I came to find out, is anything but a trivial process. It takes five+ minutes. As I repeatedly ducked he narrowly missed my head head with the metal support to the parasol two or three times. I couldn't help wondering two things: a) does this really have to happen now? and b) what special gifts from above have landed on that parasol throughout the day that are now in my sushi? Are you kidding me? We're eating here, dude!.
And then there's the busboy, which as well-intentioned as I assume he was, was hell-bent on reaching between us to grab dishes, some of which had not been used yet. Wow. All in all MAXIMUS inturruptus.
Now--to sum up ... no need to send sympathy cards. My friend and I managed to have a wonderful time because it's what we do, and despite what were well in excess of a dozen individual and significant interruptions we had fun. It's about the people you chose to hang with. But back to Jane et al, I mean seriously, people, you gotta chill. If for no other reason, think of your dwindling tip potential! Next time I will take my order to go. Just proved to me how over the years I have mellowed out, because a few years ago I have had the manager at my table.
To the people who visited our table tonight: I hope you are never in a restaurant and receive the service we received while visiting yours.
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