Seriously Spaghetti Factory?

So my first posting will be for the part of the section that I would like to call "fear my yelp." Basically, I am addicted to the website yelp, and take great amounts of pleasure in going online an lambasting businesses that I think smell like cabbage. I also give credit when credit is due. Anyway, I haven't gotten the opportunity to go and yelp my most recent dining experience...or should I say haven't taken the opportunity to go and yelp my my recent dining experience? Either way...I haven't yelped about it yet!

Anywhoo...when Jeff's mother came up for the wedding, we took her to supper at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Ok don't get me wrong. I'm not going to complain about The Old Spaghetti Factory. The food is scrumptious and very decently priced. Nope, I'm going to sit here and whine about one of their servers named...well...maybe I shouldn't tell you her name...people will sue you over ANYTHING these days! Ok...so let's call her Beaulah.

Beaulah is quite possibly one of the worst waitresses ever. She's young, so maybe she can't help it. But still, you'd think that you'd have to have a bit of experience before working for a very busy restaurant like the Downtown Seattle Spaghetti Factory. Yes? No? Anyone? Bueller? But I digest...er...digress...OK so here's my big complaint with Beaulah. (By the way, if you want to know her real name, contact me at my personal email address so that you can avoid being seated in this young woman's section if you ever decide to go to the Spaghetti Factory.) Ok...so...back to Beaulah. We were seated up in the trolley. (Not like an actual trolley that drives down the road...but a seating section shaped like an old trolley...just in case you were unclear about that.) Ok...so...seated in the trolley...she came over to take our order before we'd even had 2 minutes to look at our menu! Well, we weren't ready to order yet so we asked for a few more minutes. You'd think that Beaulah would have said "no problem, can I get some drinks or appetizers going for you while you wait?" Yeah...apparently she didn't want to do that...it would have made too much sense. But no problem, we assumed she'd be back in 5 minutes. Try 15 minutes! Ok...so...15 minutes later she comes back and takes *OUR DRINK ORDER AND THAT'S IT* and then takes forever to get our drinks to us. At this point I'm starving and cranky...I can't imagine how my Mother in Law felt after having spent a kajillion hours on a bus. Yes, a kajillion. No it's not a real measure of time, what's your point? Anyway, she brings our drinks and finally takes our food order. Which comes in a timely manner. However...she comes by every 7 minutes or so to see if we're done eating. We all have most of our food still sitting on our plates and she's all like "can I get you some boxes? Are you ready for ice cream?" Uh...no thanks Beaulah...I still have 3/4ths of my supper left on my plate. Here's the real thing that bothered me...in every dining experience I have had, if the server sees that your drink is low, they usually offer to get you another one, right? Not Beaulah. I mean, my diet coke was empty and I was chewing on the ice cubes and had to ask her for another one. Same went for Jeff's diet coke and his Mummy's coffee. And the real irritant was...ok so Mummy in law had a really sore tooth so she was taking her time eating. No big deal, Jeff and I were having fun talking her ear off. But I kid you not, Beaulah came by to see if she was done eating SO OFTEN that Mummy-In-Law finally got fed up and just asked for a box to take the rest of her food home. Ok no wait, that's not exactly how it happened. She finally got fed up and asked for her ice cream. And then had to wait 15 minutes for Beaulah to come back and pick up the debit card to pay for our bill to even ask for a box. Ugh. Beaulah is a bad server. Good riddance! So that's my complaint about my most recent dining experience (and by most recent, I mean it happened like 20 days ago and I've eaten at like 5 other restaurants since then). So later on I'll use this whiny blog to go and write out a more grown-up-version for yelp. Hehehehe....fear my yelp! Nighty-night everyone!