So you don’t want our money?
The economy is in danger. Another great depression. $850 billion to save the world blah blah blah.
Everyone can agree that people are saving money, rather than spending it. Companies work hard and spend lots of money to try and convince us otherwise. Some companies make it difficult, despite what their CEO’s may say, to actually give them money. Dell, for instance. But I found a small company, a restaurant nonetheless, that made it just as difficult.
We were eating our lunch, which was Pho. For those who don’t know, Pho is a great Vietnamese soup. Perfect for those days that you’re not feeling quite up to speed.
The first indication that the meal was going to end badly was when the bus boy asked if he could clear our plates. While we were still eating. It’s not that we were sitting there, talking without eating. We had spoons in hand, sucking on soup when he approached. A quick dismissal and we were back into our meal.
The server came around when we finally had finished. Now a question for you: What is the first thing the server asks at the end of your main course? If you said “Do you have any room for dessert?” then you get a gold star for the day. Our server didn’t ask us this question. Instead, she promptly slapped the bill down and walked away.
OK, general confusion.
A few minutes later, I finally got her attention. We wanted desert. I wanted coffee. So we asked for a menu. The look on her face was of pure astonishment. It was the equivalent if I had asked her to give me her kidney. When it finally computed what we wanted, nearly 30 seconds had passed.
When we got the menu, we decided on the chocolat au pot along with some vietnamese coffee. Fifteen minutes later, we were fed up with being ignored and just left. Then the server decided to show us some attention but only enough to verify I had left enough cash to cover the check. No, I didn’t leave her 15 percent.
In this economy, you would think the owner of the restaurant would be driving home the point that upselling is key. Every server asks “Did you save room for dessert?” Every one! And when the customer asks for a menu to order dessert, guess what? The check just increased at least $10 which means an extra $1.50 in tip.
As my hand grasped the door, I did a quick glance around the restaurant. Nearly half the tables were empty. But the message was clear: no return visit to this restaurant.


