by Roger A. Baylor » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:03 pm
My wife and I dined recently at a relatively new establishment in Louisville. It was our first time. There were some issues. The first stab at her meal came out wrong, and the kitchen had to do it again. The server threw the kitchen staff under the bus, and it was tacky the way it was handled. But my meal was fine, and so was hers after it was redone.
Moral of the story: It was no biggie, and not worth the comment. We'll be back. We live in an imperfect world. No matter what it is being debated in this particular thread, there are matters of far weightier significance.
The worst experience I ever had in an eatery was my own fault, because I was in a hurry and my wife called to suggest that she stop in Taco Bell and pick something up. I said yes. Half an hour later, she arrived flustered and foodless because of a mix-up at the drive-through window where the computer had failed, leaving people stranded in line, immovable, for all that time. The manager's response to her complaint was dismissive and abrasive.
I'd had a couple beers, not the best time for action, but nonetheless she drove me back there and I launched in on the manager, who was a punk of about 25. He proceeded to tell me that it wasn't his fault -- it was the computer, and that his job was to protect his crew from people like me, and that he didn't care who I was or whether I owned a restaurant. And: I could be as macho as I wished to be but his weekly sales performance was such that there was no way Taco Bell would fire him because a competitor would snap him right up ... and furthermore, company statistics showed that each day, 2 point something percent of the customers are unhappy wth their visits, and although most of them will come back, anyway, the ones who won't (like us) are a mere statistical anomaly well within his margin of error.
Finally, he informed me that the only reason I had come there to complain was that I was trying to look important in front of my female companion.
The whole time, a crowd of about 15 high school kids stood and watched. I looked at them, and at the same aged kids behind the counter. And I knew that I was conclusively, totally beaten. I had not hit so much as a loud foul.
And: There was no way to win. The kid was absolutely right on almost every count, and the few upon which he wasn't were, indeed, within the margin of error. Folks, THAT's a bad experience. But it's the world as it is, now, in this time. That's corporate America as it is, now, in this time. That's what we've stooped to being as a nation. Compared to that, and compared to the symbolism of my defeat, nothing can ever happen to me elsewhere worthy of note. I am serene (only partially a fabrication -- I'm more serene than I used to be).
Maido is an independent, and the people there do great things. Nothing about this thread will discourage me from touting and visiting Maido at every opportunity. I hope most of you do the same. This is not to be considered an abasement of the original poster. There's enough sincerity to go around. I just get the impression that there's an absence of perspective here.
Roger A. Baylor
Beer Director at Pints&union (New Albany)
Digital Editor at Food & Dining Magazine
New Albany, Indiana