Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Drink / Food & Life / Food media Errrr-body in the, um, restaurant get tipsy
Posted by Besha Rodell @BeshaRodell on Wed, Aug 1, 2007 at 4:06 PM
A few weeks back in my column about bad customers, I failed to mention the drunkard, one of my most feared foes back when I was a waitress. I don't know what it was, but drunk customers made me want to die.
This week, Frank Bruni has written an article in the New York Times describing the many exploits of drunkards in New York's finest restaurants. In it, he muses that New Yorkers are more likely to let loose in nice restaurants because they are less likely to be driving home. Well, I've seen the guys in nice suits stumbling out of Bluepointe on Tuesday nights and I'm not sure I agree with Bruni's theory, although his NY examples include sex, drug use, vomiting and swimming in the pool in the center of Four Seasons' dining room.
C'mon, Atlanta, I know we've got stories this good. Any waiters out there want to venture your best tales of drunken customers?
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I work as a waitress at a restaurant in midtown. a few weeks ago there were a few ladies (around six) that came in to have drinks to celebrate one's engagement. They all sat close to the bar, and while I was not the one waiting on them, I did have some interaction. They were mostly drinking martinis, and at the beginning they were fine. The group came in at around six, right when we opened. then around eight, two more ladies joined. One of the original diners was chain smoking, but was either drunk or just completely inconsiderate-she held her lit cigarette in the small walkway they had left us, almost burning me a couple of times. at one point she snapped her fingers at me, asking for another glass of wine. after I served it, I found out from their waiter that glass was her fifth. then one of the ladies who had joined the group looked at me and told me that she hoped we were planning on doing something about the air. Granted, it was hot in the space, but it is also ninety degrees outside. the air conditioning was on full blast, but with an open patio space, it is hard to keep it cool. she informed me that she had a medical issue that she couldn't be that hot. when her friend asked what that issue was, she snapped that it was none of her business. I walked away from the table and one of the ladies followed me and apoligized for her guests. I appreciate that, but when you are having to apoligize about the rudeness of your drinking companions, isn't it time to pack it up? then the smoker called me over to tell me that she would be paying for the tab that night and to make sure she got it. an hour later, she was on her seventh glass of white, she decided to go to the bathroom. she stood and immediately fell. her friends rushed to help her, and I tried not to laugh. I have never seen a fifty year old woman fall to the ground drunk before, clutching her chanel purse, but it was hilarious. someone had to accompany her to the ladies room. then, of course, there was a problem with the bill. the woman who was going to pay refused to pay for the drinks of only two of her drinking buddies (the two that joined late), but had already let her card be swiped. so we had to void the original charge and get that sorted out. then they had to wait for their ride to get there. another round of drinks was ordered. finally, after drinking for five hours, being rude to their server and me, falling, yelling, and all around just being too entitled for their own good, the ride finally arrived. as they got up to leave, ms. white wine herself had to be helped out, showing as she stumbled out that she had actually pissed her pants. I hope the consumption of two bottles of wine and wetting yourself was worth that hangover she had the next day. And to top it all off? she didn't leave a tip, even though she paid the majority of the tab.
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