Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for August 02, 2015

Go Vicki!

The ones I go to will cancel your reservation if you are 10 mn late, unless of course you call to warn them. It seems calling to cancel or warn that you will be 10 mn late is so rare that they will go the extra mile for you

Vicki comes in handy sometimes.

I decided to go to a Ruth’s Chris steakhouse and was told I needed reservations. I went to a local steakhouse no problem, please come in we will be glad to take your money! The RC is now closed, local place still there.

Nothing gets service like a V-bomb!

I don’t make reservations and I do not wait . If a specific restaurant isn’t prepared to get me a table when I walk through the door there are 100’s of other restaurants that are ready to do so.Ironically , the lame-chains almost always have a wait , but the quality local places rarely do.

A few years ago a new restaurant with Pakistani cuisine opened in town and we decided to dine there with our kids. The first mistake they made was sitting us at the worst table in the restaurant even though there was only one other party there at the time (our kids are well behaved because we engage them in conversation when we dine out). The second mistake was the slow service. The other party was served quickly. The third mistake was over pricing the food vis-a-vis the quality. The place went out of business within six months.

A French restaurant that Jimbo dressed in a suit to go to has a nacho appetizer as an apology dish?

went to a steak house. ordered a steak medium. and was given rare. if they don’t know the difference between rare and medium….

Great job!

I have a Vicki and she comes in handy. ;-)

love the power of vicki! nice of rose to let jimbo think he did it

If Vicki couldn’t have gotten the job done, Jimbo could have done a Jedi mind trick.

Loved today’s Rose and the comments! Here are a couple of my lovely experiences: I often used to work late (with no extra pay) because I was as gabby and compulsive as I am now and had to write up every detail of an interview. One evening I went to an Italian restaurant that I frequented just about every week. A large party of young people came in right after me settled in. They ordered wine, food, the whole nine yards. I ordered spaghetti and water.

A beefy young man brought the spaghetti, but no water. After awhile, he came by and asked whether I wanted anything. “Yes, some water would be nice,” I said. No water.

I was getting pretty thirsty, so after awhile I roused and went back to the back of the restaurant. I peeked around and saw him in a little alcove. I said something like, “I’m really thirsty. May I please have some water?” Guess what? No water.

Meanwhile, the younger group had been followed up on and plied with drinks and whatever their little hearts desired. Mr. Wonderful finally had to come out and give me the check. I said, “I must say, you never brought me any water, after I asked three times! I’m very disappointed in the service!”

(I was hoping the group heard this – it wasn’t a very large place.) He said he was sorry, but didn’t offer any comps (or water). I didn’t leave a tip, and later wished I’d left a penny to demonstrate my bile.

I don’t know what his problem was – maybe I reminded him of his mother-in-law or something, or he just didn’t want to mess with a middle-aged party of one who wouldn’t even order wine. Looking back, I also wish there had been a vehicle for Internet reviews back then. (Or an Internet, for that matter.)The other experience won’t take that long to relate: Forty-some-odd years ago my husband had to teach a night class at St. Petersburg Junior College, and it was our anniversary. I finally got around for having to make a reservation for a late dinner. I called Moock’s, a steakhouse that we’d been to before (but is now long gone). I asked whether I could get a reservation for 9:15 or whatever, and the guy on the phone said he had to ask someone about it. He told someone about my wanting a late reservation, and I heard this someone ask, “Who is it?”My memory fades out right there. I know I said something noncommittal and I don’t believe we were admitted into the fold. From today’s vantage point and allowing for my current crotchiness, I wish I had said something like, “Well, it ain’t Elvis Presley, so I guess we aren’t fancy enough for your fair establishment.”I do know we never went there again I had needed a Vicki.

I already made one set of corrections on the above, and had better stop before it gets worse. The third-from-the-last sentence in Paragraph 1 should have “and” preceding “settled in.”

Also, I made paragraph divisions, including indentation and spacing between paragraphs, but the computer at GoComics must have gotten disgusted and taught me a lesson. Okay, I’ll be gracious. :-)

You wonder why anyone would frequent a restaurant that calls itself “Chateau d’ Meh”. And I also wondered about the nacho appetizer in a presumably French restaurant.

And I can see Vicki asking the waiter “Do you have any roasted habaneros or Dave’s Insanity Sauce? These nachos are pretty insipid!”

And I can see Vicki asking the waiter “Do you have any roasted habaneros or Dave’s Insanity Sauce? These nachos are pretty insipid!”

I love Vicki the biker chick!!