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| - Alright, today I decided I am never going back to Flying Biscuit again. I have been a super duper avid fan for the last 5+ years, going regularly, weekly. Even after the horrible incident with the murdered pregnant waitress whose body they dumped at the neighboring Chik-Fil-A-- and suddenly a huge drop in business-- I still made sure they knew I was a loyal customer.
I could write pages about this place. When they hit it, they hit it. Great breakfasts, and sumptuous Southern good, fantastic veg alternatives. Great menu. I wished on a number of occasions in various countries that there existed a Flying Biscuit in everyone of those towns.
Which leads me to present day. Today, I felt a wrench in my gut immediately after eating my burger. But that isn't even the main reason I'm never going back.
There is one waitress there that over the years, I absolutely hate. Hate, hate, hate. Her brain cell count is incredibly low though, it's hard to get mad.
BUT FUCKING TIME SHE MESSES UP OUR ORDER. I think it's like Number Sixth CONSECUTIVE TIME IN A ROW! I think she knows it too, because she always resorts to giving us coffee for free. We started think: is she racist? why does she hate us? we always tip well, but she forces us to want to stiff her. Seriously.
She's not explicitly rude, in fact the opposite, overly fakey southern honey and darling, but with an awkward smidge of forced politeness. And she is incredibly slow. And incredibly terrible as a waitress-- ie. i know she hates her job.
But don't make it my problem every single time I eat there.
Orders always get messed up, or the wrong thing. For example, today. I ordered a burger with a side of green beans. She came back with the burger and a pile of green beans. The burger didn't seem thoroughly cooked, there no jalapeno sauce like on the menu, the green beans were the GODDMAN WORST IVE EVER HAD, so FRICKIN OVERSALTED I HAD TO DRINK 2L of WATER-- and where were my bloody potatoes? Everyone knows potatoes go with a burger.
She ASSUMED I wanted beans instead of potatoes.
SO. I had to wait like 10 mins to get her attention, while my food got cold to tell her.
THEN. She gives me a rude quip, and this "look".
THEN. She comes back suspiciously too fast with these potatoes. They were practically cold, like they'd been sitting there for ages.
It annoys the hell outta me because the potatoes too, were a portion enough to feed an entire African country. I am not going to just EAT a mountain of cold potatoes.
My stomach is gurgling now. I hate Charlotte food. Charlotte food sucks.
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