Waiters Are Talking About the Weirdest/Most Ridiculous Order They've Ever Gotten From a Customer

I really have to preface this by saying that it sounds incredibly racist, but I promise you, I did not make this up, and I'm just reporting facts as they happened.

I worked at a sushi/asian-fusion restaurant for about a year. Very high-end kind of place, our chefs both trained with Morimoto from Iron Chef, that kind of thing. We served awesome curries, pad thai, pho, exquisite, fresh sushi and all kinds of wonderful asian food. Conspicuously *not* on the menu? Chicken fried rice. That is generic, corner store chinese food, and this place specialized in more exotic stuff.

Well one night, we're winding down, getting close to closing time and I'm the last server left in the place (smaller restaurant so not a big deal), and we have a couple of nice-seeming black ladies walk in with three kids ages 6-13.

When I'm taking their drink order, the eldest asks for a pot of our fresh-brewed green tea, and asks for us to bring out some sweetener. Red flag one. I asked her if she'd ever had green tea before and she told me no. I tried to explain that it does not go well with sweetener, but she insisted.

It went as well as you would expect and she asked for a glass of sweet tea this time and insisted to my manager that she wanted a refund because the green tea was bitter, as green tea is. Whatever.

I come back to take their orders. They want four plates of chicken fried rice, which we do not offer. I go speak to the kitchen and they tell me they can stir fry some generic chicken and dump it in with the plain fried rice we have laying around, but it's not a dish we offer, so it won't be anything fancy or special.

They say they're okay with it. The younger lady then laid the request on me that had us in hysterics. She points out the crunchy roll on our menu, which is literally crunchy tempura shrimp rolled up in sushi rice and seaweed. She then asks if I can substitute the shrimp for chicken. "...Let me go ask Kitchen."

I walk back to the kitchen to ask if he can accomodate this request. He just looks at me silently for about 10 seconds with a blank expression on his face. "She wants a fried chicken roll? Seriously?" I told him yup, that was exactly what she wanted. He then started belly laughing before he finally told me "Sure, I can do that. Whatever."

So when it all came down to it, this family walked into a specialty asian/sushi restaurant, sat down and ordered nothing but generic chicken dishes, and a sushi roll that had nothing but fried chicken in it, none of it on our menu. The owner couldn't believe his eyes when I showed him the ticket. Till the day I left we were making jokes about the southern special Fried Chicken Roll.

Username: DomLite

I worked at a Japanese restaurant and a couple came to my table. The man orders a katsu curry, deep fried pork cutlet over rice with Japanese curry. Later on, he complains that there’s too much fat in the pork, but we trim it and he had eaten more than half of his meal, so he just wanted a free meal.

He tells me to take it away, so I bring it to the dishwasher and he wants to order something else. I tell him that I can’t comp his curry because he ate more than half of it and that’s restaurant policy.

He loses his shit. He immediately starts getting angry and starts getting belligerent. "BRING MY CURRY BACK THEN, I'M NOT GONNA PAY FOR WHAT I DIDN'T EAT!" However, it was thrown away already because that's what he wanted. So it further shows he wanted a free meal.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT?! THIS PORK HAS FAT IN IT!!" I try to calm him down. "YOU THREW AWAY MY CURRY AND MAKING ME PAY FOR IT?! MAKE ME ANOTHER ONE FOR FREE!! NO, YOU DON'T APOLOGIZE TO ME! BRING YOUR CHEFS OUT HERE AND MAKE THEM APOLOGIZE TO ME!!"

I realize his wife, who was there the entire time, is bawling her eyes out, trying to get her husband to sit down and stop yelling. Man, I feel really bad for her, but I am losing my patience fast. "YOU SEE THIS FAT HERE?! *Grabs a fistful of pork bits and brings it up to my face and shakes his fist.*

THIS IS THE FAT!! I'M NOT PAYING FOR THIS, BITCH!!! I WILL THROW THIS AND SHOW YOUR CHEFS THIS FAT!!" I continue bowing and apologizing calmly, but I mutter under my breath, "Fuck off."

I walk away and the bartender deals with his bill, which got the curry comped because not worth the extra trouble. The man leaves, still yelling as he's walking away, slinging insults at me and the chefs. The poor wife apologizes and pays for the rest of the bill. The bartender then tells her, "We don't usually do this because of policy, but this is a one-time thing. However, I honestly suggest you don't come back."

I was so upset, I was going to pack up and just go home when a completely different customer was leaving and came up to me and said, "I'm a server too and there's a lot of crazy people out there. But you handled it so well, I wouldn't have been able to keep calm like you. You did a great job," and gave me a hug. That actually helped a lot and I felt so much better about myself.

TLDR; Customer just wanted a free meal, yells belligerently at me when I don't give it to him, waves pork fat in my face, and makes crazy demands. I keep calm and apologize to him and just give him the free meal, but a random stranger gives me sincere encouragement and the world doesn't look so terrible.

Username: oolongxcha

Prior Waiter, I worked at a small town restaraunt when I was a teenager. The customers were far more courteous than the staff, the place was sub par at best but there wasn't much else in the town, and the customers kept it running by always going back. Seldom did I get a customer I did not know by first name.
One day, after school, I threw on my uniform and walked in. The manager Immediately looked at me and said you have a table at 37.

"Ok sounds good, thanks Frank". I go to this lady, massive woman that I could smell from about 10 ft away. She had her left arm fully outstretched scratching some kind of skin flakes off of it, Absolutely disgusting in every aspect.

She gave me a toothy smile and was very sweet. I dropped her water off (everyone gets a cup of water) She asked for a typical meal, fried chicken (the place's specialty) and a cup of ranch.

I was not surprised at the cup of ranch request, many people like to dip their foods in ranch. I personally think it is a disgusting habit, but to each their own. I figured the woman probably had something wrong with her by her strange smell and arm scratching (she smelled somewhat like decay and mothballs).

I was slightly right. The manager walked up to me with a smirk on his face and asked me what I thought of the woman. I said she was gross but was fine if we kept her away from other customers. He then handed me a cup, not a small bowl for dipping, but a cup for drinking, full of ranch.

To the brim. He said that is what she wants... I thought he was messing with me, but I brought it to her, set it down, and was astonished that she did not give me a funny look, instead she locked eyes on the cup, and brought it to her mouth immediately and proceeded to take a drink of this ranch, smacking her lips in pleasure.

I could only stand their in horror as I watched this spectacle. I still have trouble with ranch to this day. Thankfully she did not ask for a refill... I cringe just thinking about it.

Username: TalkerWalker

I was working in a very expensive steakhouse in NYC. We also had an extremely impressive raw bar. Usually little neck clams, shrimp cocktail, Alaskan King crab, lobster cocktails, and oysters - usually around 5 or 6 from each coast. I get a table of around 10 people from New Orleans.

They go ahead and order 4 dozen oysters to start the meal . I figure everyone would get around 4-5 oysters, it would be a nice appetizer for the table. They then stopped me and told me "Now we are from New Orleans and we love oysters so make sure you give us your best!" I replied "Sure, no problem." Then they stopped me again. "That's 4 dozen. For each of us."

Immediately, I was thinking - Oh, this is going to be a BIG check. This was their appetizer! I put thir order in and the oyster shuckers face dropped. The oysters were all shocked upon order. He was going to be shucking up a storm. They brought 2 other people out from the kitchen to help him. The shucking started.

I went back to the table and they were eager to eat. I told them the situation and they seemed okay with it. The oysters were shucked and placed on tiered towers if ice and seaweed. With lemon and cocktail and mignonette sauce as well. A team of waiters carry out the oyster platters.

But the New Orleans folks ask "Where's the hot sauce?". Immediately, the hot sauce is brought to them. They then ask for plates. After the plates are presented they each take every oyster out of the shell and put them in the plates and tell me "This is how we do it in New Orleans.

They proceed to dump hot sauce on top of them, mix them around with their forks, and then shovel them into their mouths. Like some thick oyster soup with a hot sauce broth.

My stomach was turning as I watched this. Then they looked up from their plates with full mouths and said "Another round!"

Username: Guirk182

Many years ago, I delivered pizza. First on a moped then my car. We had a couple of repeat customers who were obvious druggies. They would order a tonne of pizza, pay in cash and say very little.

I got a delivery to a house in a pretty bad part of town. I was unaware as to how bad it was, but I should have figured it when the other drivers nixed on the job. I loaded up something like twenty pizzas into my car and drove to the address using a crudely drawn map with various landmarks one of the cooks had drawn for me.

The house looked like something out of a gangster movie. The front had three dudes waiting outside who stared right at me. Nonetheless, despite the ramshackle demeanor of the place, there was a brand new BMW convertible parked outside and music blaring from inside. I pulled up, opened my car door and immediately the three hoods just walk straight up to the car, opening my doors and taking the pizza.

I was worried I was going to either get stiffed for the money or my car jacked. Put it this way, I was a fat white boy in a pizza delivery cap with three hard motherfuckers staring at me like I'm dirt.

They take the pizza into the house leaving the door open. I walked up to the door after a few seconds when nobody reappeared. I looked inside. The only thing I saw a girl topless on the sofa doing a line of coke off a tray, I decided maybe I shouldn't go in.

After a few seconds, some dude came to the door, handed me some folded up money. There was way too much. I was just about to count it and he says, "Hey, there's an extra £50 for you if you go get me some sushi!" I looked confused and said "Didn't you just order pizza?"

He says, "There's no way I'm eating that shit! Fucking mad cows disease greasy shit!". Knowing what I know now, I saw what he meant, but of course this is 17 year old Jon6. I'm fat and have no idea what sushi is.

I go to the Japanese takeout place he told me to. I'd passed this place all my life and never once realized it was a Japanese restaurant. I go in to make the order doing my best to recount exactly what the guy told me. It's a Japanese guy behind the counter. After a few items, he just says, "Is this for

?" I say yes and he just said, "Don't worry, I know his order!"

He gave me the food. I said, "How much" and he just waved me off, no money! I came back to the house. Same three guys outside, but I have this big brown bag of Japanese food. I start walking towards the door, three guys eyeballing me. One of them knocks on the door for me. Guy comes to the door, looks really happy. He hands me more money and I get the fuck out of there.

Back at the pizza place, I'm doing up the bill. I'm counting out the money (it worked out to be about a £60 tip but sadly we all share in). I got to around £130, take the next not off and the £10 note is just covered in blood. I don't mean smeared, these are spatters. Proper fucking spatters. I put it down separate to the rest. I keep counting, next three notes fine, next note, more blood spatter with a couple of drips.

Two of my colleagues are with me and we're just looking at the money thinking, "Wherever these notes came from, somebody got fucked up!" Two nights later, I'm on my shift again. Same address, even bigger order. But with an additional request. "Send the fat white dude, he knows what to pick up on the way!"

**Epilogue**: I did the delivery for the address I would guess ten times in total. Even once as a tip he handed me a bag of weed. Of course, I don't do drugs and had no idea what to do with it. One of the other delivery drivers was more than happy to take if off my hands though. I have no idea why, suddenly the orders stopped coming. No idea why. I can only assume they got busted.

Username: jon6

A bit of back story: my father's side of the family is from lebanon and as is often the case has cousins in various countries across the middle east. Some of these cousins have A LOT of money. And while my grandfather moved to Canada when my father was only 11 most of his cousins (the ones with more money than god) stayed over seas.

So the relevant story happened in the summer, one of my dad's cousins (Gaby) was visiting from Dubai and wanted to take all of the family out to dinner one night. With my aunt, uncle, and my aunt's children that all live in Canada the total number of guests for the dinner was 14. Gaby wants only the best, makes a reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. We get there ad he immediately orders 5 bottles of wine and one of every appetizer for us all to share.

So we get around to ordering the main courses, there's about 3-4 servers that are working the table, being overly hospitable, we really could have ordered anything and I bet they'd have made it. Of course we didn't, the menu was outstanding.

Now my dad's brother (John) has a girlfriend that NO ONE in the family can even stand-lets call her Jen-she's completely ignorant and is really a leech on my uncle. But I digress. Jen orders a steak with three different sides as her main, brutally mispronounces the name of the dish with such confidence that you wanted to stab her with your fork.

The waiter just politely nods and moves on. Jen also wants to appear as though she has good taste-spoiler, she doesn't-so she starts nit picking and commenting on various things and just sounds like a complete asshole, I'm seated beside her so I cant tune her out.

When the food gets to the table everyone starts to eat and not 2 minutes late Jen calls a waiter over to complain about her food. I'm already cringing in anticipation of whats about to come out of her mouth. She tells the waiter that her potatoes are ridiculously over cooked and she thinks they may be rotten because the texture is "incorrect".

The waiter doesn't even question her, apologizes and goes straight to the kitchen. Jen now makes a point of loudly voicing her complaints to the entire table. Before the server can return a manager comes over to graciously apologize, ask again what she didn't like and offer her a new selection of sides. I was just shaking my head in dismay.

After several minutes the server returns to inform Jen that her overcooked, rotten potatoes are in fact ARTICHOKES and not fucking potatoes. I spat my water across the entire table and lost it, the waiter looked like he was trying to hold back from laughing. Jen turned bright red and to my utter shock demanded that they bring her fucking potatoes.

The waiter said they did not have any uncooked potatoes in the restaurant because they were only using them in a potato pure on the menu now, so Jen asks him to take her food away as she "can't eat a steak without potatoes". The waiter does so and Jen doesn't eat another bite the rest of the evening and was essentially silent. I, however, had a great time.

Username: HonkyGronkGirl

I worked at that place with those arches that are golden in color for 5 years in various capacities, with the final 2.5 years as a "swing manager" which is just an hourly manager that doesn't have to wear that pesky visor.

It was a busy day and we were clicking along at lunch rush, part of the corporate training is to squeeze the french fry box sides closer together to make the fries appear to be fuller than they are. Customer comes into the drive thru and orders, he gets the order and begins to complain that his large fry is not full enough.

He is swearing at the drive thru girl and she calls me over. He starts to swear at me, I am a %$#@ idiot and such, I close the drive thru windows and wave at him with a big smile. He squeals his tires and pulls into the first spot. Charging into the restaurant we confront each other in the lobby as he is clearly upset and won't let me get a word in.

Finally, I am able to get a word in and say "sir, if you would like to be treated like a human being, why don't you first try to speak like one" this sends him off the deep end and he wants to talk to a higher up manager, but I inform him he is stuck with me as our Head Manager will be in tomorrow.

He states that he will have me fired and I respond "yes, and there are many people that are just lining up for this job to deal with delightful individuals such as yourself" the customer charges out of the restaurant with a lobby full of people looking in amazement at what a jerk he was being.

In all instances of customer complaints where the customer was reasonable and rational I would ask them how could I make things right and was happy to give them whatever they wanted. I would even search the basement for happy meal toys that were discontinued or a week or two ahead of the release timeframe.

A different funny story, I worked there when the drive thru was on a speaker and everyone could hear the conversation, pre-headset. Guy comes up to the drive thru, says "I want one large fry, nothing else, no apple pie, no soda, no burger, just one large fry" I look in the fry bin for the longest french fry and greet him with it in drive thru and hand it to him in a fry wrapper and say "no charge, I found the largest one I could" he had a sense of humor and laughed about it.

For fun on slow days people with special requests we would mess with, if they said "no onions" we would place 1 on their burger, same when they would say "no pickles" usually if you used the plural version you were guaranteed to get one.

Or we would see how many chicken nuggets we could fit into the box, the look on the kids faces was priceless when they opened the box. I would hear a bunch of kids in a minivan all ordering ice cream, the standard cone size is 3 1/2 swirls, I would make it 6 swirls high and the kids faces would light up and usually it was a woman driving, and she would look horrified knowing the mess that was to come. After work we would have after work parties on the roof and throw eggs at cars passing by. Good times:)

Username: jabudda

Can baristas join in? > Triple half-caffe half creme / half oat milk sugar-free venti hazelnut caramel white-chocolate mocha frappucino.

**ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀʟғ-ᴄᴀғғᴇ** In order to to make a triple half-caffe we have to pull four shots (double ristrettos), which takes up the entire machine. Because it involves decaff, I guarantee it'll come out like foamy brown piss, too, which makes me feel like a failure of a barista. Also, if you want three shots, then don't be a pussy and get them caffeinated.

**ʜᴀʟғ ᴄʀᴇᴍᴇ / ʜᴀʟғ ᴏᴀᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ** Not only is this a complete abomination, it's a waste of perfectly good ingredients. And it tastes like oatmeal, which isn't all that good with coffee mixed in. If you wanted a low-fat alternative to milk, we have that: *low-fat milk*.

**sᴜɢᴀʀ-ғʀᴇᴇ** Does this look like a Starbucks? You're in a tiny singleton coffeeshop in a tiny hippy town. We make the chai ourselves, in a pot in the back. We make the kombucha ourselves. We use *honey* in everything. We don't have sugar-free anything here.

**ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ** Three shots is about 2~3 ounces of coffee, so this means you want 17 ounces of milk (or terrifying milk-substitute). If the espresso means *so* much to you, you could just get a glass of milk and pretend there's espresso in it. Also, we don't have anything large enough to fit a venti in besides that flower vase over there.

**ʜᴀᴢᴇʟɴᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴇʟ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ-ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴄʜᴀ** Would you like some other flavors too? Also, we don't have white chocolate flavoring. Or white chocolate. Not sorry. P.S. A white chocolate mocha is not a mocha; it is a latte trying to steal the name.

**ғʀᴀᴘᴘᴜᴄɪɴᴏ** As if all of that wasn't enough, now we have to waste a blender and precious ice on this concoction. This is all going cost you something like $5 dollars, but it'll be a loss in the time and ingredients we used making this thing -- that is if you don't leave when we tell you your drink is impossible anywhere other than the swankiest of masochistic Starbuckses. And, dear god, do we deserve a tip for this bullcrap.

Honorable mention: A coconut-milk latte with whipped cream.

Username: ysadamsson

A certain Caddy Shack star and older brother/writer of said film came in after playing golf at my home town course pretty regularly years ago. Two of the cooler stories -

- 19 year old self gets sent to the Liquor store to grab a Remy Martin VSOP bottle for a VIP (Brian Doyle Murray). I would do this often times for liquor that ran out because I knew the liquor store guys, the owner trusted me to put it on the account and well frankly no one really fuckin cared and that's why that establishment tanked.

Didn't know it was BDM comin in and enter this older scraggly voiced dude sits at bar. This was during the Flapjack cartoon (is it still on?) era. I'm closing server and he is talkin to the 50somethin gushing bartender. I wipe down my tables and roll over to see who is so important I gotta go get a bottle for. I do the math figure out who he is and try and give him some space.

Bartender tells him Im the errand boy who got the bottle and offers to buy me a drink. Now I had friends who drank yak but we were young and we would fix it with sprite or coke or anything. BDM drank like a man, in a snifter, warmed by candle and straight up.

Barkeep says I can only enjoy one if I drink it the same way. I'm like shit ya I'll have a drank, I'm 19 beggars can't be choosers. Gulp down this slightly-warmer-than-room-temp gasoline known as cognac with fuckin BDM post shift.

We talk golf small talk and his appearance on Boy Meets World. Cool shit. Dude leaves and nobody is the wiser.

-next year for the members charter tournament at the same course he brought his brother Bill back with him. In this town there is no nice hotel so people like the Murray Bros stay with the doctors and lawyers who have super ballin houses out on the course/country club.

They came in for dinner with the doctor and his wife they were staying with. They have a fairly nice dinner for the joint (600+ Dolla dinner) and Bill says he wants the tab. Proceeds to pull crumpled bills from every pocket. Like 400 bucks in crumpled money.

Tells me to count it and tell him how much more he needs. Pulls more money out and ends up givin ya boy a nice gratuity. Pays the tab and walks thru the kitchen, dappin up the kitchen tellin them thanks. We had a late night bar with a snack menu next door connected by said kitchen.

Shitty lil house band playin and like 5 people drinkin beer. We would park in this lot and walk thru to our cars. I'm Rollin out of work and Bill is singing with the house band, has commandeered a guitar and is just loving it.

I stop and sneak a shot or two, within 20 minutes there's a line out the door to get in. Word travels fast In a shit lil town. It was awesome.

Username: Jetset785

I work at a sandwich shop that only serves hot sandwiches. We deliver if the order is over 25$ and around our store location. We can get some pretty big orders. But by far it wad this one lady's.

So this lady worked for a manufacturing part of hp, and every weekend on Saturday she had to feed 400+ people food. ( I guess hp is cool like that). So she calls us up and tells us two days in advance, that she will need 500 sandwiches all served hot, 500 chips, and 500 individually wrapped cookies.HOLY SHIT.

Our GM, who got hired on about a week before this started to freak. We would not have enough food to make 500 sandwiches for this lady AND serve the regular customers as well. We are not really prepared for that big of an order.

So we begin by calling up the stores around us and ask for some assistance, aka steal food from them and use it for this order. We needed cheese, bread, meat, cookies and chips. All the toppings we had covered thankfully. The night before the order we start prepping the chips as that's all we can do since we try and be as fresh as possible. Then we get a call.

The HP lady called us back to tell us that she would need 250 sandwiches and all the sides by 10:00 an hour before we open and the minimum time we start to deliver. Once again the newly hired GM starts to freak, although silently. I come I early the next day.

We have almost every one at the shop the next morning even some of the people we fired a few days before. The one who could not make it was in the hospital with her mom so it was ok. We separate into groups, the normal build the sandwich add the toppings. Then get 250 chips and 250 cookies ( which we have to cook fresh that day as well ). The mornings shift wasn't a problem the night shift was.

Unlike the morning shift there were only 4 people working the 3 closing guys ( aka me ) and the GM. He told me to build almost 250 sandwiches by myself, he would take care of the customers coming in the normal way as well as add the toppings to the sandwiches I was building. And the third guys was at the cash register and could not leave. The 4th was I the back getting the chips sorted and would help us out of we needed it.

So I made 250 sandwiches alone for like 3 hours because I was new as well and did not really know how to build them. Although I learned pretty fast. It was one of those times where when you were there you were cursing under your breath but when you look back it was awesome because I got to meet the new GM. And bound with the other associates.

Username: Darkdoop

Guy and his wife come in every week (sometimes multiple times per week). Retirement age folks, both of them were fairly reserved with the other staff but always made a point to speak with me if I was present. They were good company and always had a fun story to share.

I noticed after a few months that every time they would pull up to the restaurant he was driving a different (and almost exclusively) exotic car. Eventually, I inquired about the many vehicles I had seen him arrive in. He responds in his raspy, country tone with "I own em" and follows with "I actually own 27 of em, most from 'cross the pond".

Turns out this gentleman was kind of a big deal, although you'd never assume it due to the fact that he always arrived in tattered clothing covered head to toe in dirt and grease. Apparently he just enjoyed working on cars as a pastime activity. Anyways, we carry on having a short conversation about our mutual appreciation for exotic vehicles and soon after, they finish up their meal and are on their way.

Fast forward 24 hours. Once again, they arrive at the restaurant and this time in a 1984 V12 Jaguar XJS. He walks directly to me, hands me the keys, and says in a calm, somewhat nonchalant tone "Just have it back by the time we're about to finish up...30 minutes or so. Have fun, and make sure you open her up out there."

I didn't really know what to do. I stood there with the keys in my hand thinking "He's gotta be pulling my leg, there's no way". Apparently he read the hesitation on my face and says in an insistent tone "These cars ain't meant to be on display son, they're to be enjoyed. What good is it for me to have a vehicle like this and not share it with you to experience? Go on and take it. Go!" and then goes to sit with his wife.

After a few milliseconds of deliberation, my 20 year old brain threw caution to the wind. I walked out on the job to take my (possibly once ever) opportunity to drive that car. And it was absolutely worth it. As a plus, my coworkers covered for me while I was gone (which ended up only being around 10 minutes since I was so nervous) so the boss never even knew I left. That man is a legend in my book. That'll always be a core memory for me.

Username: ChicknSiftrBeerLftr

A man ordered a fillet steak it was not a cheap thing to order the most expensive thing on our menu, as it was done by weight and you had to ask for a price. That day the most expensive one was going to cost over £30 and he wanted that one.

I asked how he would like it assuming the answer would be blue like most folk. He said well done I was very surprised and I explained to him "sir it would be far better blue or medium as this is a nice steak" and he confirmed nope well done but sure if that's what he wants he can have it.

His wife then said "please burn it when he says well done I normally set fire to it". This confused me even more and I said "sorry but do you actually mean set fire to it" she just looked at me and said "yes I normally hold the flame of the stove to it after it's cooked, it's how he likes it".

I went to put the check through and I told the chef how it was, he was a really nice guy who was mild mannered and I got on really well. I explained to him what had been said and this lovely smiley 6ft bear of a man looked at me (I'm tiny in comparison under I'm 5ft) and said "are you joking? Op your autistic you might not have understood that she was being sarcastic" and I just said "nope I checked and she said hold it to the flame on the stove and burn it" his eyes widened and he said "he does know that this is a really good cut of meat right? Like he knows the price?" I nodded and explained that I had said the same thing how he has asked for the most expensive steak we have tonight.

My boss came over (she was also a chef) and asked what was going on. She looked like she might faint when we said to her what went on. I told her the table number and she went off to confirm with the table just in case.

A few minutes later she came back shaking her head and said "yeah no op is right they literally want you to set fire to it" he was like "I'm sorry I honestly can't cook that I will not set fire to such a good steak" the owner chuckled and said "up to you but your going to that table and explaining that"

Sure enough he left the kitchen to go tell the table he wasn't setting fire to the steak. The owner ended up going to do it and even when she handed me the plate for serving she looked close to tears.

Username: Patient_Pumpkin_1550

Late one snowy Saint Paul evening, just as dark settled in, I had just finished taking my first round of orders when a frenetic family had blown into the front doors. The mother stood a thousand feet tall with bright curly red hair shouting that her husband's birthday was today and they had a reservation that had better be ready. Her eyes were green and fierce, as if she'd just pounded a thermos of espresso and was ready for chicken flight.

"My husband, the birthday guy, is late," she said to me in a huff. "So be ready for his order the minute he walks through the door."

Twenty five minutes later, the dude saunters in, sits down and clicks his fingers for my attention. "What can I get for you?" He tells me that he doesn't know and would like me to suggest something for him. "Erm...ok. Well what are you in the mood for? Fish, meat, rice?"

He yells that I should know what's good and shouldn't have to play 20 questions to get his order right the first time. "I don't mean to be persistent, but it's your birthday and I want to make sure you enjoy your meal. Can you let me know what you're favorite food typically is?" Slamming his fist on the table, he stands up and screams, "Lobster! Get me the fucking lobster!"

Pissed off, annoyed and desperately wanting to throw his red wine in his face, I calmly walked off, put in his order and returned 15 minutes later with his lobster.

"WTF is this?" he screams. "Lobster," I replied. "I see that it's lobster. I'm not stupid lady, but what's this shit covering it? You are supposed to serve me! I'm not the one supposed to do the work. I want YOU to take it out of the shell now! "Sir, if you order a full lobster, you want the meat in the shell. That's what you're paying for."

" I don't give a shit. You take it out!" We did take it out that evening. I eventually served a slimy red unappetizing shell-less lobster on a plate without garnish, without sides, without any adornment of any sort. His response, "I fucking hate lobster! Why didn't you ask me what I wanted in the first place!"

Not surprisingly, after a successful decade long run with waitressing, I quit that night and never looked back.

Username: aya4321

I spent a lot of time in the business. Might as well give 3. As wait staff in a dine-in Pizza Hut: A large meat lover's pizza with no meat or cheese, extra anchovies, cut into 4ths. Was a regular customer. Large pizza dough, red sauce, whole can of the anchovies, that's it. Tipped wonderfully.

As a grill cook in a now defunct 5 star steakhouse: Every sunday, had a little old lady come in. She'd always walk right into the kitchen, and say she doesn't like servers, hand us $20, ask for a large to-go coke, and a deep fried filet mignon in a take out box. After 2 years working there, it happened one day when I was getting off early, and I found out she ate it in her car.

As a customer (my order): Mind, worked over 10 years in food service, so I have weirdly specific tastes. Went into a 5 star, really upscale place as a celebration of an accomplishment. Order a $50 steak dinner. Told waiter I wanted it served warm, but raw, and only on the grill long enough to singe the outside of bacteria. He brought it out Pittsburg (burned on outside, medium inside). I sent it back.

He brings me out, next, a steak that was obviously pulled straight from the fridge and dumped on the plate. I stand up, walk into the kitchen (waiter screaming at me I wasn't allowed in there) and walked up to the cook and apologized, but was returning it and told him what I told the waiter on how I wanted me steak.

About this time, the manager appears and tells me I will be thrown out if I don't leave the kitchen. Cook looks at me, and says thanks (I was polite and nice, just picky), and that'll he'll get it right. I went back out, it came out perfect.

Manager asks me why I pulled that stunt, right as the cook walks up, who tells the manager the second steak the waiter himself pulled out of the fridge, wiped on the floor, and set on my plate. I got to watch that asshole be fired on the spot, my meal was comped, and I decided I was feeling froggy, so stuck around an extra hour outside (I came in a few minutes before closing) and caught the cook and handed him the cash I would have paid for the dinner.

Ended up being a repeat customer twice a month for about 2 years, and when I told the hostesses that I wanted solely the cook as my server, and that I'd sit at the bar so the bartend can handle drinks, they always looked at me funny. Steaks always came out perfect.

Username: BloodyKitten

Not a waiter, but...About a decade ago, my grandmother passed. We were in between viewings, and my husband and friends decided to go to Sweeny's (which was a local version of Friendly's). Most of us got sundaes, but one friend didn't want to spend any money.

We suggested he get the small 2-scoop sundae (which was $3), but he didn't even want to spend that much. So he looked at the topping add-ons and decided he could piece together a dessert from those. He figured if he bought some of the cookies, and some whipped cream, he could have himself a lovely dessert on the cheap.

The waitress comes over, and we order. My friend tells her: I want seven jimmies and a bowl of whipped cream. The waitress looks perplexed. Tells him: We can give you a ton of jimmies. "No!" he exclaims, "I just want SEVEN jimmies and a bowl of whipped cream!" At this point he is getting agitated. Meanwhile some of us where trying so hard to not crack up.

We get our desserts, and my friend is presented with a bowl of whipped cream with seven sprinkles on them. Now those who knew that jimmies were sprinkles were turning beet red trying not to laugh as my friend nearly went into an apoplectic fit.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" He demanded. "I WANTED SEVEN OF THOSE COOKIES AND YOU GAVE ME SPRINKLES!" The poor waitress... She patiently explained that jimmies WERE sprinkles. "FINE!" he yelled, "THEN JUST GET ME SEVEN COOKIES!" The waitress comes back with seven of those cookie wedges the restaurant garnishes their sundaes with. My friend then proceeds to enjoy his cookies and whipped cream, as the rest of us are in tears laughing.

Finally, we are done, and we get the bill. As we're setting up, my friend starts another rage-on. It turns out that the cookies were almost a dollar a pop. So his "cheap" dessert ended up being almost $10. He started ranting about how he didn't know how much the cookies cost, and if he did, he would never have ordered them. The rest of us covered the difference and left a nice tip.

To this day, when that friend visits, I present him with a dessert of seven jimmies and a bowl of whipped cream.

Username: araquen

The worse one I have had came after working at an Olive Garden, I'd only been a waitress for 2 months or so. I should have known it would be a shit show when the father in the group asked me to sit at the table with then to take their order.

There are two adults, a teenager, and to kids under 8 or so. I also have another table, and a 10 top in my set. First off, they order drinks. Everything must be in plastic cups. Also, plastic silverware. Next, they order child sized chicken parm for the kids, which, is not even on the menu.

They of course substitute the pasta and sauce that comes with chicken parm. The dad orders a plain grilled chicken breast. Then they let the teenager order, and encourage her saying " just order what you want no one will be mad". So what does she order? Chicken jambalaya.

Again, not on the menu. We don't even have all the vegetables for it she wants. But she claims they know a manager that is on duty and he did it for them last time. They want extra sauce for their bread. The dad orders a soup with one of the kido meals free so he can eat it.

The teen wants the steak glaze from one of our dishes on her salad instead of dressing. After I bring it she wants gorgonzola cheese and crushed red peppers and bruschetta tomatoes. Taking their original order took me at least 20 minutes. I filled up an entire slip of paper with all their substitutions.

First thing I did after was find that manager and ask him what the hell. He basically said he would take care of the table for the most part and he wouldn't allow them to complain, they would get their food when they got it, and to focus on my other tables.

Apparently they are once a week regulars who used to be even worse until we told them to tone it down. Not enough apparently. Everyone hates them. The most annoying part was their bill was super cheap cause they worked the system and they tipped like 3%.

Username: preggerpanties

At the last restaurant I worked at, I had some meatwad and his trophy wife and kid come in. I guess the husband had his wife on some weird no carb diet, and requested our grilled tilapia to not be served on a bed of rice as well as a "plain" salad with no dressing. Okay cool not too bad I think.

I go back and punch in the order and begin grabbing their drinks and salads and take them back to their table. The moment I set the wife's salad down, Mr. Triangular lats immediately tells me that she ordered a pain salad and that I got the order wrong.

Not wanting to start an argument about how vague a "plain salad" is, I take it back and call to the line cook to make me a plain salad with no toppings (no tomatoes, red onions, etc). Now at the restaurant I worked at, we used large batches of pre-mixed salad lettuce material that had small shreds of carrots so that they could be made faster on the line. I take this bowl of lettuce and a few small shreds of carrots back out to her, and she says that it looked good.

Cue to me bringing out their main meals. As I carry the tray with their food over to them, Mr. Tiny-head-with-overly-large-shoulders starts telling me how I didn't listen to his wife and didn't bring a "plain salad."

At this point I gave no shits about said salad and just wanted them to get out of my section so I take her now empty salad bowl back to the kitchen and explain the rabbit food situation to my manager. He tells the like cook to make a plain Romaine salad. That's the only ingredient, Romaine lettuce.

My manager took that one out to them because She ate the other salad as well and needed to make them pay for it. Since my manager had no spine, they got their meal comped due to their own dumbassery. Needless to say I did not get a tip.

Username: KanyeEasterBunny

I work at a hotel chain, it rhymes with "Riott" one evening on a football Sunday I was working various departments as people frequently call off on Sunday, resulting in a 12 hour shift for myself. So, I am working as a Bartender, answering the room service phone and delivering room service orders.

Sundays are on the slow side and I move fast. Guy orders an English Style Club sandwich and Burger at approximately 11:40pm. I deliver it at approximately 11:55pm and know I am nearing the finish line of my shift as room service closes at midnight.

Customer answers the door and states that he no longer wants the ordered items. I shrug and respond, not a problem. I promptly return to my work area and begin to shut down the area and start to eat the English Style Club, finish that and take a bite out of the burger.

Room Service is now closed and the kitchen staff has departed for the evening as it is 12:15am. I get a phone call on the room service phone that I was about to log out of and recognize the room number of the customer that declined the order.

He asks that I bring his order back up and now he wants it. I apologize in a sarcastic tone that the English Style Club was delicious and the burger is off to a tasty start. He demands that his order be redone, I say that is impossible as the kitchen staff has left for the evening and the kitchen is locked down for the evening.

The customer was angry and complaining that I "ate his order" and I politely told him he declined his order and it was not on his bill, so it was no longer "his" order.

The next day he complained to the manager who read the recap report for the evening. The managers position was that "his" employee was working a 12 hour shift, without a break and ate sandwiches that were to be discarded and his employee didn't want them to go to waste.

Username: jabudda

Line cook here. Restaurant closes at 10 pm. Have a 9:15 res that calls and says they are running late but are traveling very far and really want to eat dinner at our place. Show up around 9:45, and we seat them. Husband and wife, order a 3 course tasting menu, which is not absurd even 15 min before close.

However, wife asks to be served a salad of every vegetable we have, along with every dressing we have on the side. We decide to comply, because we just want to get them and ourselves the fuck out of there. They then proceed to request every item from the tasting be served with sauce, cheese, toppings, everything on the side.

We do this, for the same reason as before, to get them to fucking leave. However, they request that their fish 'not be cooked in oil,' so we bake it in parchment. They later send it back to be reheated. They request a dessert that we do not have, and instead order donuts.

This is around 12:30, 2.5 hours after closing. Our donuts are FRIED IN OIL but they don't seem to care about that now. They end their meal by ordering two glasses of milk, which we assumed was so they could more easily throw everything they just ate up as the wife is about 85 lbs.

They requested just about everything we could possibly do differently, and we complied, but the next day, they sent us an email saying we were unable to accommodate them and they were very upset. They also asked if they could have a 'standing reservation' for every sunday from now on. For the first time in my life, I saw a paying customer get banned from a restaurant.

Username: Psezpolnica

I worked in a Cracker Barrel around 10 years ago, and for Thanksgiving we had this turkey dinner special with a complimentary piece of pumpkin pie for dessert. An old man came in alone and ordered this dinner, and when it was done, I brought out his pie. He stated that he didn't like pumpkin pie, and asked me to sit with him and eat it. I politely declined, stating that I had to work. He then asked for a manager, to which I obliged and went and got one.

So I'm in the back, thinking that this man is complaining about me, and that I'm about to get my ass chewed, when the manager comes back and finds me. I had no idea what had transpired between them, but my manager said "Get out there right now, eat that fucking pie, and you don't get up until he's ready to leave."

So I went and sat at the table with him and apologized for turning him down before and verbally lamented that I should have gone ahead and asked my manager so that he didn't have to. The man smiles, sayd something like, "It's okay, just eat your pie." And watches me.

This is probably the time I should tell you that I fucking hate pumpkin pie. So I was taking relatively small bites, as I couldn't stomach taking a huge forkful.

He STARED at me the entire time. Not speaking, not blinking, just staring. I finally finished after what seemed an awkward eternity. He smiled, and stood up, and asked could he hug me. I was so flustered, I didn't know what to do, and it just felt awkward to say no, so I hugged him.

He gave me 2 $100 bills and left. I later found out that he had handed my manager $100 and pretty much ordered him to "make that girl come eat this pie".

Username: furiousnymph

I used to be a shift manager/cook at a 24 hour diner while in college and I worked the night shift 10pm-6am. I had tons of stories about customers wanting strange requests.

We served country ham on our menu which, for those of you who may not be from the US or are from up north, is a salt cured ham which is often eaten for breakfast. Well, one night I got a customer who wanted country ham but wanted the salt washed off of it.

The thing about country ham is that it is CURED in salt so the saltiness of the ham isn't coming out. I approached him and asked if he wanted city ham(what we refer to as typical sugar cured ham) and he rudely insisted on country ham, WASHED.

Try number one: run the ham under water in the sink and place on grill. Upon serving it to him he said it tasted like shit. Then he told me to try WASHING it, goddamnit! Alright, motherfucker, you want it washed, you'll get it washed.

Try number two: Take the ham, pour a little dawn dish soap on it and wash it in the sink. Place it on grill and serve it to him. Apparently this did the trick. No more issues with him.

A lot of the other requests were for shit we didn't have. I tried to improvise when I could. One customer asked for a funnel cake. I was like no...wait. i took waffle batter, put it in a zip lock bag, cut a hole in the corner and squeezed the batter into the deep fryer as one would use a frosting bag to ice a cake. It actually turned out incredibly well and I actually started making them for me and my crew. The owner was even impressed.

Depending on how ridiculous the request, most times if it seemed plausible and I had the ingredients necessary to try it and the customers weren't complete dicks, I'd improvise.

Username: jasonmerch

I had literally just started working at Subway and on my 3rd day of training, my supervisor groaned really loudly seemingly out of nowhere. I asked what her deal was and she points outside to the very slow walking Italian old couple pushing a grocery cart heading straight for us.

She explained to me that this old hag is a regular who abuses the free extra condiments rule and has us throw like half a bin of everything on her "sandwiches" so she can go home and individually baggie them instead of grocery shopping.

I shit you not, this bitch had me put an entire bin of olives on her sandwich. When it was over, it looked like a gigantic pile of vegetables. It was so bad I couldn't even close the sandwich or cut it in half. I pretty much slid it into a bag without wrapping it because the paper wasn't big enough.

I asked my boss the next day if I could skimp her the next time she came in, so she printed up a list of exactly how much shit to use before we start charging her. Sure as shit, the old lady returned like 2 days later to grocery shop. I made her sandwich because all my coworkers were afraid to deal with her.

When she asked for olives, I put like 2 handfuls and stopped. She asked for more, so I told her I have to charge for more than that. "That's bullshit! Subway has always done this for me! I'm here all the time, let me speak to your manager!" she snarled.

When I explained that my boss wasn't there, but that she told me we started charging for extra extra condiments because we were actually losing money she hissed "FINE! ILL JUST GO TO PIZZA HUT! THEY NEVER CHARGE ME FOR EXTRA TOPPINGS!"

Bitch, please. No pizza restaurant on earth will waive extra topping fees. Not even little ceasars will do that.

Username: [deleted]

Not a waiter but I was a patron at the grill. My buddy and I were at a Hibachi grill that we loved to go to all the time. This couple comes in that says they also come here all the time. Never met them or seen them before but that's no big deal. We live in a relatively large town. They take our orders and the wife of the couple gets shrimp. I've been to this place enough to know that when you get shrimp, then they automatically put shrimp sauce on it unless told otherwise.

The cook starts doing his thing and makes all of our orders including the shrimp with the sauce. Plates it all and the lady then says "I didn't want shrimp sauce. You never put sauce on the shrimp before." Okay, no big deal.

The owner comes over and apologizes and says that it has always been policy to add sauce unless told otherwise but that this is no problem and they'll cook them some new shrimp. Wife says that's fine and the husband says "That's good, but you're wrong. We never got sauce on it before." The owner is like "Yeah, okay, you're wrong, but okay."

The husband then gets furious and starts yelling at the owner about how dare he call him wrong. And starts getting in the owner's face. Now, the owner is like this 65 year old Korean guy who is the sweetest dude ever. He tells the man that he must leave or he'll call the cops.

The guy starts to leave but is still yelling and berating the owner who is following them out to make sure they leave without harassing his staff. The husband then throws a punch at the owner and the place erupts into chaos.

Husband had the police take him away for assault. My buddy and I were too stunned to even help. We were just like "Dude, the shrimp is always smothered
in Yum Yum sauce."

Username: KamuiT

Worked for a sushi restaurant and a husband and wife came in and looked very confused. I took them to their table and got them situated and came back with menus and they asked in really broken english (found out they were Ethiopian) "Do have fish here?"

I couldn't tell if they were being serious or not but I told them that we are a sushi restaurant and we have a lot of varieties of fish. When I told them that, their eyes became big and they were so excited. I walked them through the menu and they were settled on the large sashimi platter.

I had a sneaking suspision that this couple did not know what sushi really was so I made sure that they knew it was going to be completly raw. The husband hushed me and said "yes yes go bring food". Welp alright it's a done deal now.

Go over to bring the plate and bring it to them and I swear their faces looked like I just crucified Christ myself. "WHAT IS DIS?! DIS NOT COOKED! NO GOOD!" I'll admit, my face went from 0 to are you fucking kidding me but I am trying to put myself in their shoes and find out why they are over reacting to this.

From what I was told, uncooked fish is a bad sign and should never be eaten. They said they want this fish cooked. I told them that we could scrap the item and they could go somewhere else because we will not have anything they will like. They suggested we cook the fish.....

I gave up at this point. Took the plate back to the kitchen. The chefs were just as confused and they popped the fish into the stove top oven we only use for eel. Just to clarify, this is sashimi. Thin pieces of sashimi. When it came out of the oven, it was now very small pieces of dry fish. I brought it back. They ate it. Didn't tip. Left.

Username: curtissimpson

I've worked at a small(ish) family friendly restaurant on and off for about 8 years, and I have seen some very ridiculous and unusual requests. I wish I could remember the most ridiculous ones because this restaurant was *known* for doing modifications for just about anything, but honestly only a few minor ones stick out.

There was one lady who always came with her husband and, at the time, her one kid. She used to sleep with one of the managers way back when, and she made it very apparent that she " kneeeeww (insert manager's name)", which is a very rude thing to say in front of your now husband, IMO. She used to modify everything on her plate, because she was always on some fad diet or other. She also used to order her kids pasta...."hold the sauce, substitute a dessert for that" (and I shit you not, they always gave it to her. FOR FREE.

There was another lady who used to order a dish called the tostada salad, which had corn, blackbeans, diced tomatoes, shallots, some herbs, oil and a very very small amount of jalapeno. For Houston, Texas standards, this dish was not spicy. At all. But this woman actually tricked several servers into giving her free food because of it. What would happen (before she was discovered): she would order the salad, eat about half and then furiously start fanning the air in front of her open mouth saying "this is *entirely* too spicy for me", then would send the half eaten dish back and order another (for free), eat two fucking bites, then package that up and take it home. So she essentially filled up on half of one meal, then got another meal for free to take home (before management discovered she had done this to at least 4 different servers).

Username: OMGsockparty

I briefly worked as a waiter at an olive garden and a chilis that were owned by the same guy and were right next to each other.

While i was working at chilis a couple came in and started off by ordering a bottle of wine, not usual but i hax to explain that since i was only 20 at the time i could not serve them alcohol and that i was going to get my manager to serve them.

Enter my manager, who was an ex CFL lineman. He takes their drink orders and then kindly explains to them that we did not offer any wine so instead they both ask for waters but only out of the bottle. Yes of course sir and madame.

When I return i see them both hunched over his phone, both menus on the table. Sir and madame are you ready to... Grizzlygiant where our breadsticks they ask? Just as i begin to explain that we do not serve breadsticks Mr. And Mrs. Confused tell me that they want such and such dishes from olive garden and as many breadsticks as i can carry. Ok, let me get my manager.

I go to explain to my manager before i bring him over to the table in question when he hatches a brillant plan he quickly phones the owner of the restaurants to get a green light on his plan. Mission is go he tells me and then quickly calls the manager of olive garden and tells me to go delay at the table.

I go and make something up like your food is coming as well as your breadsticks. Reneter Manager, he tells me to go hold open the door as im going to the door i see him pick up the mans chair a la man, he then proceeds to carry him through the front entrance and into olive garden.

Username: grizzlygiant

When I worked at McDonalds, I had a customer come in who said, "I would simply like the dollar sandwich." This was back when the dollar menu had more than just the grilled onion cheddar actually for a dollar, so I said, "Okay, so which of our dollar sandwiches would you like?"

"No," he replied. "I simply want the dollar sandwich."
"Okay," I said, trying to maintain my cool. "We have three sandwiches on our dollar menu. We have the McChicken, the McDouble, and the grilled onion cheddar burger. Which of those would you like?"
"I would simply like the dollar sandwich."

"Okay, do you want a chicken sandwich or a beef sandwich?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"I would simply like the dollar sandwich."

It took about 5 minutes to figure out he wanted 8 McChickens. Another time I had a lady come in and order a fudge sundae. Fudge sundaes from McDonalds are the easiest thing on the menu to make: ice cream in a cup with one pump of fudge on top. I did so and handed it to her. "Um... What the hell is that?"

"A fudge sundae...?"
She disgustedly put it on the counter. "No it most certainly is not. It looks nothing like the picture on the menu. Remake it."

I remade it 6 times, each time she sent it back and wouldn't tell me what was wrong with it other than it didn't look like the picture on the menu. Eventually she explained to me she sent it back each time because the little swirl at the top wasn't perfect enough.

She ended it with every fast food worker's favorite phrase, "Seriously. How hard is your job?" Eventually, I made the swirliest swirl that I've ever seen and she finally shut the fuck up and took it with a sneer.

Username: [deleted]

Been a Barista for about three years now and have had to deal with some pretty weird shit, as all service workers will tell you.

Had a guy come in a few weeks ago and did the classic "double espresso please...with loads of extra milk". Happens a lot and people think they're being super sneaky about it, but it's still weird. Anyway I fill up this double espresso with milk and he's all "little more...little moooore" until I tell him he's going to have to pay for some more.

He has a bit of a bitch fit and refuses to pay, and then puts his headphones in and refuses to talk to me. So I'm looking at him with my best "wtf" face, I decide to be super anal about things and get him a brand new espresso, in a bigger cup, tell him to take that one because it's more fresh.

By the time I'd poured the old one down the sink, the bloke had vanished, left his drink (which he'd paid for). I gave him more than he wanted, for less of a price...and he walked away. What a weird one!

Perhaps the weirdest thing that's happened to me is getting cheese thrown at me. A family came in and the mother decided she wanted a ham and cheese panini...but didn't want the cheese. T

hese things come pre-packaged, so she came up to the counter, opened it all up, lobbed the cheese in my direction and said "yeah toast this please". I felt like throwing the cheese right back at her, but I was too shocked to do anything about it.

When I became a Barista I expected rude customers, assholes, difficult people, the lot, etc, but the day I started to think about leaving that current Barista position was the day I got fucking cheese thrown at me.

Username: ScrantonStangler

New Year’s Eve at a small Welsh pub. Had a guy in who wasn’t really a regular, but was known by one or two regulars to be a VERY wealthy rarely seen local businessman.

He was with his mate, and the 2 of them were in all night... after a few pints he starts asking me what our nicest whiskey is- we literally sold only 4 kinds and Jamesons was the nicest, it was like £2.50 a glass or something. He wanted better but was happy with it anyway. He was also telling staff to keep the change each round which was adding up as a nice little earner for everyone!

We were too busy for me to leave, but it was only 9pm , and I know whiskey well so I got my cousin to go get a nicer scotch from the late night liquor shop. Nothing crazy, I think maybe an entry level Ardbergh (roughly twice the cost of the Jamesons I’d say).

I Surprised my new guest with it and didn’t charge him much more than cost per glass, it was more because it was NYE (and I had a couple myself!).

Late into the night he asked if there was any chance of getting a taxi, his mate was smashed. There was no chance- it was NYE. He was offering crazy money but we couldn’t do anything- if I hadn’t been drinking I honestly would have driven him but all of us were a few drinks deep haha.

Ended up selling him the wheelbarrow from our shed to get his mate home. He gave me a massive tip for myself and the 4 staff I was on with, around £150 each I seem to remember!!

After speaking to the pub owner (my uncle) it turned out this guy was one of the richest guys in Wales hahaha, and was missing the local pub vibe. Really nice guy and one heck of a night!

Username: [deleted]

Worked in an above average steak house.... We only served dinner. Bunch of (I dare say) “club members” biker-types & their ‘old ladies’ were forced to park due to a surprise storm, so, they stopped in for dinner to wait it out.

One guy wanted hot ketchup for his king crab legs (instead of hot melted butter). One woman ordered “Gran Mar-in-ner” and Diet Coke” make it a triple.

Third guy asked me to pack up all the leftover (cold, hard) bread AND his French onion soup. We didn’t have anything to put the soup in so he went out to his bike and got his travel mug and I put the soup in that. The thought of sipping French onion soup still kinda makes me gag. Haha.

One of our bar specials was a Prime Rib on a baguette w/au jus. He asked for the sandwich “rare” and a double side of steak juice. Uhhhhhh that took some work getting that order straightened out while trying desperately to explain how a slow cooked prime rib was long past “rare” and how au jus wasn’t the same as “gravy” he also wanted ketchup.

They also kept asking for things not on the menu - chicken fingers, fish & chips and pizza. To snack on while waiting for dinner. They weren’t rude.....but I did think a few times “hmm are you guys fuckin’ with me ?!?!?!?” Lol

When it was all said and done I honestly questioned if they’d licked their plates .... There wasn’t a crumb leftover. The main guy called me “honey” and left me a juicy 30% tip and graciously thanked me for not being judgey on their way out. That job taught me if you’re gonna sing for your supper you’d best be able to carry a tune.

Username: Mystepchildsucksass