When im with a group of people and the consensus is to eat at a particular restaurant, i usually just accept it and not try to make an ass of myself. So it pained me that the group i was with decided to eat at OUTBACK about an hour after landing in Vegas. Outback. Outback folks! I love Outback. But not when i go to Vegas.
A man has to eat. So i suck it up and eat some meat. I order my usualy New York Strip. Everyone gets their food but me. I dont complain. I hate to complain at restaurants. They work hard. Besides, i dont like flem on my steak.
30 min pass and the waiter notices im munching on squaw bread still. He hurries back to the kitchen and apologizes that they forgot my plate. They cook it up and it came out decent, considering it was rushed.
The check came. And it was comp'd. Along with my beer and a chocolate cake. Now thats awesome service!