Posted by (+846) 15 years ago
I very rarely do this, but I will only recount the facts of my experience and in no way wish to unfoundedly bash another business. But this experience ranks right up there with the "bowl of crackers" vs "a cracker to break open the crab legs" incident at the former Olive Hotel Restaurant.
I went out for a nice dinner tonight to what is one of the nicest restaurants in Miles City - the 519. For a cool $20.50, I ordered the Rib Eye - MR.
Our waitress was new. I know her. She recently went to work there as a significant upgrade from another place. She is very good and with a little practice, she has great potential.
I especially like the crudite' platter they serve which includes pickled herring - YUM.
Now, with the quite reliving exception of our sensible waitress, the rest of the staff either thought they were at a costume party, or worked in a brothel. The one waitress must have gotten a 75% discount on her clothes. Unfortunately they forgot to tell her that 75% of the material had been trimmed away. Someone should really explain to them that "Working the Floor" doesn't mean "Let them see your pink panties when you drag your boobs across the table."
Now before you tell me that I'm exaggerating, let me agree with you. I am exaggerating a little, as the panties were not actually pink
To add a little extra spice to my fine dining experience, I was able to savor perfectly cooked beef with a little bit of Linkin Park blaring in the background. Nothing goes better than a delicious sip of Merlo and Beef finished off with a woody after taste of:
"I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream
I don't know why instigate
and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright..."
Very nice.
So I asked the waitress if there was a more appropriate music selection for a fine dining setting. I was shocked to hear that I was not the first person to request this tonight, but that it had not yet changed!
When asked, the floozy who is normally behind the bar, but was instead sitting on a stool and carrying on with some bloke, obviously enjoying herself far more than her customer, blared out. "I can't even get behind my bar right now, so I don't want to hear it!"
My bad! Well, That was tactful. I should note here that the satellite radio device is located at the end of the bar with equidistant reach from either side. I must, therefore, conclude that she is either oblivious to customer service techniques, too stupid to operate controls from two differing directions, or more likely, both. Or perhaps she was just irritated that I was interrupting her "work".
I tolerated this way too loud and way inappropriate music for a while longer until I had to hear a little jig that went something like this:
"..nigga ass got out the motha fuccin.."
Since I am in no way so cool as to actually know who this is, I googled it and found this, which seems similar at least to the pseudo-symphony I was treated to this evening:
"Now a nigga ass got out the motha fuccin Med Center Trama
For twenty-two days I did the days I did the stay
Got out and started bacc on the campaign representin loc
It's Mr. motha fuccin Doc from the set
All you gangstas know
Can't none of them fucc with
I'm still on the spot
And watch some jealous asshole brands
Get with some youngstas just by hangin with Doc
Now that's some real bitch type poop
Nigga so how you fuccin with me
I gets my ride on betta all day
It's E-B-K
So killa on the rival nigga peela niggas dome
With a motha fuccin meana nigga killa bomb yo house
It don't stop it don't quit nigga rolls who you fuccin with
When I get off they blocc I'm bout to have my ass an empty clip
Taste these nuts fucc with the sluts
Look at flag nigga don't it make you mad
When I threw up yo set then shoot a killa
And I'm all up out this bitch
2 minutes 9 seconds nigga
Now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village Killa"
NICE! This is awesome! Add a little rosemary, some Bearnaise Sauce and a splash of Creme-de-Mint and you have a culinary masterpiece! You could not possibly enjoy yourself more.
So guys, for only 20 bucks, you can "cap some nigga ass", "break the habit", look at black panties, and be told they "don't want to hear you" all in one setting!
Make reservations for two, because "yo mamma" is really going to love it! Bring some "One's".
The above accounting is very sadly a true story. Are my expectations simply too high? Is this really normal behavior for a fine establishment? Someone please calibrate my thinking on this.
Forgive me...
I went out for a nice dinner tonight to what is one of the nicest restaurants in Miles City - the 519. For a cool $20.50, I ordered the Rib Eye - MR.
Our waitress was new. I know her. She recently went to work there as a significant upgrade from another place. She is very good and with a little practice, she has great potential.
I especially like the crudite' platter they serve which includes pickled herring - YUM.
Now, with the quite reliving exception of our sensible waitress, the rest of the staff either thought they were at a costume party, or worked in a brothel. The one waitress must have gotten a 75% discount on her clothes. Unfortunately they forgot to tell her that 75% of the material had been trimmed away. Someone should really explain to them that "Working the Floor" doesn't mean "Let them see your pink panties when you drag your boobs across the table."
Now before you tell me that I'm exaggerating, let me agree with you. I am exaggerating a little, as the panties were not actually pink

To add a little extra spice to my fine dining experience, I was able to savor perfectly cooked beef with a little bit of Linkin Park blaring in the background. Nothing goes better than a delicious sip of Merlo and Beef finished off with a woody after taste of:
"I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream
I don't know why instigate
and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright..."
Very nice.
So I asked the waitress if there was a more appropriate music selection for a fine dining setting. I was shocked to hear that I was not the first person to request this tonight, but that it had not yet changed!
When asked, the floozy who is normally behind the bar, but was instead sitting on a stool and carrying on with some bloke, obviously enjoying herself far more than her customer, blared out. "I can't even get behind my bar right now, so I don't want to hear it!"
My bad! Well, That was tactful. I should note here that the satellite radio device is located at the end of the bar with equidistant reach from either side. I must, therefore, conclude that she is either oblivious to customer service techniques, too stupid to operate controls from two differing directions, or more likely, both. Or perhaps she was just irritated that I was interrupting her "work".
I tolerated this way too loud and way inappropriate music for a while longer until I had to hear a little jig that went something like this:
"..nigga ass got out the motha fuccin.."
Since I am in no way so cool as to actually know who this is, I googled it and found this, which seems similar at least to the pseudo-symphony I was treated to this evening:
"Now a nigga ass got out the motha fuccin Med Center Trama
For twenty-two days I did the days I did the stay
Got out and started bacc on the campaign representin loc
It's Mr. motha fuccin Doc from the set
All you gangstas know
Can't none of them fucc with
I'm still on the spot
And watch some jealous asshole brands
Get with some youngstas just by hangin with Doc
Now that's some real bitch type poop
Nigga so how you fuccin with me
I gets my ride on betta all day
It's E-B-K
So killa on the rival nigga peela niggas dome
With a motha fuccin meana nigga killa bomb yo house
It don't stop it don't quit nigga rolls who you fuccin with
When I get off they blocc I'm bout to have my ass an empty clip
Taste these nuts fucc with the sluts
Look at flag nigga don't it make you mad
When I threw up yo set then shoot a killa
And I'm all up out this bitch
2 minutes 9 seconds nigga
Now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village Killa"
NICE! This is awesome! Add a little rosemary, some Bearnaise Sauce and a splash of Creme-de-Mint and you have a culinary masterpiece! You could not possibly enjoy yourself more.
So guys, for only 20 bucks, you can "cap some nigga ass", "break the habit", look at black panties, and be told they "don't want to hear you" all in one setting!
Make reservations for two, because "yo mamma" is really going to love it! Bring some "One's".
The above accounting is very sadly a true story. Are my expectations simply too high? Is this really normal behavior for a fine establishment? Someone please calibrate my thinking on this.
Forgive me...
