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| - I'm staying at Treasure Island with my signicant other/travel companion and we spotted this place on the way to the elevators. "Wait, Pho? Really?"
We were in the mood for a quick and light meal, so this seemed to fit the bill. We were seated fairly quickly, even if we looked to have greatly inconvenienced the employees' conversation. The significant other gets up to go to the restroom and I'm left staring straight at a single diner at one of the booths.
He's an Asian guy in his twenties, easily 225 pounds. He's sporting the over-gelled spiky hair and soul patch, although he's still dressed in a long sleeve shirt, Dockers and dress shoes. He was having a bowl of pho and some spring rolls, but looked to be mostly done with his dinner. As I become bored and start to look away, my stare is brought back when I hear him cough up a luggie. "Gross," I thought. "There's no need for all us to hear you clearing your phlegm." What happened next just blew my mind.
He tilts his head towards his left shoulder, and spits out his green-tinted luggie onto the floor.
This wasn't a corner, or some deserted hallway -- he was seated smack dab in the middle of the dining area! I kept asking myself, "did no one else just hear or see that? Am I the only one that just saw this dude do that?"
As if that weren't enough, he then proceeds to walk out on his check. The server looked all around for him, asked other servers if they had seen them, but finally decides to just go on about her business.
Well, that just set the tone for the rest of the meal. The quality of the pho was laughable, and the basil and bean sprouts looked to be several days old. The service was just as bad. I'm pretty certain this is where servers come to die.
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