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| By: The Bitchy |
Cooking is damn fun, especially when you have all the ingredients under then sun inside your kitchen for you to experiment with. I also like cooking for people I love. Awwww.
I will abruptly end there about cooking and start talking about something else.
Last week I went to TCC with my friend, let's call her F, to have dinner. It was 8pm when I got there, and we were seated, shown the menu, and informed of the daily specials. By 8:05 we made our order because we were so damn hungry fighting our way through the horde of people at Comex.
We chit-chatted and laughed about many things, and suddenly our stomach started to growl. It was 8:15pm. Where is our food? HHHMMMMMMM.....
Talked some more. Your royal highness got lots of things to bitch about so there was never an awkward silence between F and I. Only got G(ossips) and H(earsays). HAHAHA i crack myself up.
ANYWAY.
By 8:25pm there still was no food on our table and I started making a lot of loud noises like SIGHING, clinking the cutlery agains the glassware, tapping my foot against the table legs, etc. I made sure I shot the waitresses and waiters a few glares too. They made apologetic signs at me, gesturing that the food will be ready soon.
As the minutes pass, I keep telling F that I wanted to leave. It didn't matter, we didn't order drinks anyway, we technically had not incurred any cost on TCC except warming up their seats and using up their AC cooling energy. F told me to be patient even though she herself was starving. And then I wanted to ask for the manager but F kept talking to me.
*#@$^&%*#$!@(#)_($#) lin nia was swearing up and down to F already and I had already clutched my handbag, but F insisted to stay.. only later to reveal that it was because her heels were hurting her feet -_-"
I called the waiter over and asked where was our food. He said that the order i made takes longer to prepare because it is "baked". OH I SEE.
8:45 my plate came. I glared at the waiter and ask where was F's, because he said MY dish took longer. idiotic. I asked him if they were shorthanded and he said NO.
HE SAID NO OKAY SO NO EXCUSES ALREADY HOR!
8:50 F's dish came. I swear the waiter this time was avoiding eye contact with me and scurried off as soon as he put down the dish. I ATE. i told F that if they send the bill with service charge I would outright refuse to pay. KNN why should i pay for such service!
We finished our food and did not ask for the bill because we were still chatting. Some period of time later, the same waiter came with the drinks menu apologetically and offered us complimentary drinks.
THAT'S MORE LIKE IT. mood up. I ordered a cake and F ordered a drink.
Sat and chat with F till TCC wanted to shoo all their customers away and the bitchy looking cashier (even bitchier than yours truly) sent us the bill. After I put my card down with the bill, she looked at the table, and checked the bill, and confirmed our order with us, and said she forgot to charge the cake and drink.
OMGWTFBBQKNNXYZ!!!
I opened my eyes big and wide, glowered at her for a full 3 seconds before she said, may i say unpleasantly, "Oh, these were complimentary is it?"
WTF. mood down. i don't think restaurants should charge a mandatory 15% for service charge when this is the kind of service we get.
I am not going back to TCC again.
Karynne Sometimes shit happens. Yea... Jia yous!