So, last night we decided to go out to dinner at a chain Seafood restaurant that originated in Florida. Like many chain restaurants, whether on the low or high end of chains, some are good, some aren’t. This one is, in theory, on the higher end of the chain. For the most part, our dinners have always been great. One, in South Florida, was regularly not quite as good as the central Florida restaurants of the same chain. Few of this chain have been built in Washington, so far, and the one in Seattle, both times we went, was quite good. We treated our friends and they loved every bite. The one in Bothel, having given it four chances, is not as good. We aren’t going back.
Last night it started with being ignored at the table, but it was simply a server who had misread which tables she had and as personable as she was, it was almost worth the wait, but the front of the house manager volunteered a free appetizer card which treated Leon to around $11 worth of yummy crab cakes (according to anyone who has eaten them! not me, I’m a vegetarian). So, the wait was worth it twice.
But then undercooked shrimp came with his steak. Leon did not want more. Once he’s turned off a food, forget it. The kitchen manager this time took the shrimp to show his cooks, (excuse me, chef). That was followed by his business card, a second appetizer card, and two free deserts, which we took home. When the server collected the check, she refused the appetizer card as she had already had the appetizer charge removed. So, no shrimp, but 3 appetizers and 2 deserts. Hmmm.
Now, at lunch yesterday, Leon and his dispatcher both had a fried egg sandwich at a deli. We haven’t talked to her yet. But by the time we got home last night after a long side trip to look for a development we never found, revenge had found his stomach. Because of the timing it could have been the egg or the shrimp or the half-raw meat he rarely eats. (Did I tell you it was the tiniest filet I had ever seen served? Might have been a good thing.) His stomach was as bad or worse this morning, no coffee for him. So, unsure where or which, but. . . .
So, off to work he went (I would have been moaning and in bed wanting someone to wait on me, make that needing someone to wait on me.) I reminded him to hydrate himself and call the doctor if it got worse. . . I half expect him back home before the end of his work day, but customers come first — most of the time. Then again, maybe it will get better, maybe it was just his stomach telling him how much it hates that he ate red meat again, since he doesn’t often.
Now, my stomach aches, but then that’s more likely because I missed my morning tea and toast.
