So this guy comes in and sits at our bar and decides to have beer, a half sandwich and a cup of soup. I served him the items an about 5 minutes later I saw a woman sitting next to him busting out a full blown meal from another restaurant.
My Manager says, "what's the deal with the outside food at table 22?" I was like "what outside food, holey mackeral, oh, that outside meal." My Manager says "Sir I'm sorry, but there's no outside food, restaurant policy and it stated on the menu."
"Well I'm not going to pay then, since I was never told that" he says. I told my Manager that he never asked and in fact I never knew he was even with anybody. I should tell you that while this arguement is going on at the counter, the wife is shoveling in her food as fast as humanly possible and essentially "weighting herself to the chair." It's like when you were a little kid playing musical chairs and you are so determined to win and no one is going to get you out of the chair you are sitting in no matter what happens.
"Sir?" My Manager says, "You've already finished half your meal you have to pay for it and you need to take her food outside."
"We can put your food in a to go container so you can sit next to the water outside our restaurant and eat together."
At that point the guy guzzles his beer and she jams the last bites of her burger or whatever in her mouth he throws the money across the counter and they leave with a big stir.
Why is it so critical to people to sit at our restaurant and do this every single bloody weekend. I swear it's never even occurred to me to bring food from one restaurant into another restaurant and assume that that it's OK on any level. These people are older than me and I expect more out of my elders. I don't think we look like a food court in the Ferry Building, but I guess people will try anything. I saw my first human anchor though that day and that was pretty interesting!
