After finishing his food, an old guy was cleaning his teeth with the laminated menu card
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An elderly couple sat next to us, and the man sent his elk chop back twice because it was βtoo seasoned.β The second time they put no seasoning on it for him, but he still claimed that it had βthe seasoning from the pan.β He then proceeded to order salmon instead (with no seasoning) and complain loudly the whole time. No tip for the waitress.
For context, this was a nice restaurant at Crater Lake in Oregon. My husband also ordered the elk chop, and said it was the best meal heβs ever had. We tipped the waitress double and had a great laugh with her about the whole situation after the elderly couple left.
A couple sitting at a table where the seats were a bench and not chairs. Even though they were trying to be discreet, it became obvious at one point that he was rubbing her crotch and she his. I don't think they ever realized that some people in the restaurant noticed it
Aside from the likelihood of this outing my account, I once had a first date at a renowned noodle house in town, and the surprise rarity of the single table in the front window (converted Victorian, alcove). We order, make small talk, I think it's going great β until movement in the corner of my right eye out the window draws me to watch, in the middle of her sentence, a full-grown adult male climb onto the hood of the parallel parked car and proceed to empty his thrice-cursed bowels onto it like he was putting out a chemical fire.
I recall being unable to look away and catching her attention drift toward my view at the same time the waiter arrived with our lunches, only to table them with an "Uhm. Well." and ghost.
So, not exactly "at another table", but the whole place has front row seats, so π€·π½ββοΈ
This only outs you if there's a single incident of this ever across all of the Victorian noodle houses in America presumably, which I doubt is the case considering gentrification and such
Usually I get annoyed at assuming a particular culture but this one is unequivocal. Muricans win this easy.
It's funny to me when people think Lemmy is like a small town.
Like sure not many people use it relatively speaking, but that also means most people are going to be spread so far and wide that the chances of coming across someone in your town is extremely slim.
I raise. Szechuan.
guy next table had a sizzling bulgogi plate, mmm