I guess I'm lucky, I have a sort of sixth sense for bad service and just don't go in... the only time I've ever walked out of a restaurant was when the menu just wasn't what I wanted.
Of course, it's not 100%... I have had bad service before. But for some reason, bad service sparks my curiosity, and I'll spend all the time waiting for my food by observing how the restaurant is run.
Like there was this Carrow's where the Grandmother and I would go after church sometimes; the wait time was always interminable. So while we were waiting for our strawberry waffles (the special that had drawn us in to begin with), I studied the way the restaurant was working.
After doing a quick head-count, I discovered that there were three waitresses and approximately eighty tables, all of which were full. On a Sunday afternoon in a neighborhood peculiarly rich in churches. Then I noticed the behavior of the manager, who would frequently pull one of the three waitresses aside and give her a talking-to about her performance... as if she had time! I felt so bad for the waitress that I overtipped her, and filled out one of those "how are we doing" surveys and stressed how poorly managed the restaurant was. And then we didn't go back.
But that's my usual MO... if I don't like the place, I don't go back. But I generally see the visit through to the end, just to see what else happens.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			Of course, it's not 100%... I have had bad service before. But for some reason, bad service sparks my curiosity, and I'll spend all the time waiting for my food by observing how the restaurant is run.
Like there was this Carrow's where the Grandmother and I would go after church sometimes; the wait time was always interminable. So while we were waiting for our strawberry waffles (the special that had drawn us in to begin with), I studied the way the restaurant was working.
After doing a quick head-count, I discovered that there were three waitresses and approximately eighty tables, all of which were full. On a Sunday afternoon in a neighborhood peculiarly rich in churches. Then I noticed the behavior of the manager, who would frequently pull one of the three waitresses aside and give her a talking-to about her performance... as if she had time! I felt so bad for the waitress that I overtipped her, and filled out one of those "how are we doing" surveys and stressed how poorly managed the restaurant was. And then we didn't go back.
But that's my usual MO... if I don't like the place, I don't go back. But I generally see the visit through to the end, just to see what else happens.


						
  