Archive for January, 2015

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Image courtesy of KEKO64 at

There have been a few instances in the past that have really made me shake my head.  I’m just really at a loss on how to better communicate something that I figure should be so simple.  I’m, of course, talking about ordering food.  I’ve gotten past Subway not understanding what “a little mayonnaise” means, but there are some instances that just baffle me.

Not long ago, Hooters added these “bowls” to their menu.  They looked pretty good, so I ordered the one listed on the menu as the Bacon Cheeseburger Bowl.  When I received my order, there was no bacon to be seen.  When I asked the waitress about it, she replied, “Did you ask for bacon?”  Why would I ask for bacon when it’s in the description???

I had a similar experience at one of my favorite local food trucks.  I understand that it was really busy at the venue that evening, but I still don’t get it.  The sandwich was described as coming with… you guessed it, bacon. Actually, about 3 layers of bacon throughout the sandwich/burger.  When I received my order, the bacon, all of it, was missing.  It’s been a while but I think I also asked for some additional toppings, and they weren’t on there either.  I could understand the cook forgetting the extras, but how do you forget to put in the ingredients on the actual description??

I really don’t get it.  When I order food, I expect it to come with everything described in the menu unless I request otherwise.  That shouldn’t be too much to ask.

Sometimes, tho, it’s just a simple matter of the person responsible for your order not paying attention.  Like when I tried to order Wendy’s new Smoked Gouda Chicken sandwich.  I even asked for it “homestyle.”  After biting into, I realized there was no cheese.  A few more bites later I realized that it was grilled chicken.  The cashier wrang me up for the regular grilled chicken sandwich meal.  I figured I’d go back the next week and try again, but unfortunately, the Smoked Gouda Chicken was a limited time offer that had ended.

Then there was the time that I went through the McDonald’s drive-thru and ordered a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, a “Royale with Cheese” for you Pulp Fiction fans.  Once I got home, I found myself holding a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese.  And then I ordered pizza and wings from Papa Johns. Coincidentally, someone in a nearby neighborhood also order a large pizza and wings because the delivery guy gave me their order.  Unfortunately, they didn’t order the same thing I did.

What gives??

Monday Night Bingo

I show up at the bar like I normally do. I’m sitting there by myself waiting for Bingo to start, and this couple sits down beside me. I’m pretty sure they’re already a bit drunk. They start asking me what’s up for New Years, etc.  The girl is really hungry, and Brix doesn’t serve food.  Her guy is nice enough to walk next door to get something for them to eat.  While he goes to get the food, she’s got to go to the bathroom.  Now, keep in mind that we’re setting at the end of the bar that is the closest to the restrooms. She asks me, who she just met maybe 15 minutes ago, if I will take her to the bathroom.  Um, okay.  This it the first time I’ve ever had to accompany an adult to the restroom.

He returns with the food, and I let him know that she’s in the restroom.  After she finishes, I walk her back to her seat.  They hang out for a little while and talk with me some more and play a few rounds of bingo.  Before they leave, tho, the guy buys me another beer, even tho I’m nowhere close to being done with my current one.  Of course, it was very nice of him, but I’m not sure what I did to escalate to that level of friendship.