It really happened. I won't say where, I guess it doesn't matter at this point. We were done eating a very good meal, entertaining out of town family guests at a tried and true spot. 10 of us, eatin' good in the neighborhood (no, that's not a hint.) We all loved the meal, as we normally do when we go to that place. It was crowded, lively atmosphere, everything was just fun and good. UNTIL...
Every food morsel was gone. We actually didn't over order for once. I was sitting next to the oldest kid, and he nudged me to look on his plate, and...plain as day since the plate was clean, save for a few smears of sauce, and a few crumbs, a small freekin cucaracha, belly up. I slyly asked the Mrs to come to our portion of the table, she was too far away to see it. We were springing for the meal, so I wanted to check with her and make sure which protocol was needed, either WWIII, or just a mild civil unrest, since the bill would be a few hundred bux. She said , "You handle it."
So, the server came around for the final courtesy, I calmly waved her over, and used nonverbal queues for her to look directly at the plate, with no question of what exactly she should be looking at. She immediately went into extreme apology mode, and asked me to please hold tight, and scurried away. On return, the offer made was to take one entree off of the bill (in between more apologies.) I simply said, "Sure." Then we lived our lives. I'd say only 4 ppl out of 10 at our table actually even knew what happened until we left. No scene made, no big deal. The kid didn't freak out. What's kinda funny in hindsight, is that there was a table of 6 Chicago cops right next to us, and I think if I showed it to them, they'd probably just laugh, and I would too, knowing that they probably would write up a report, only for show, if we made a stink about it. Also, seriously in hindsight, I think I should have asked for a mgr, and told them I do not want ANY discount, and then also explained that we would just never be returning, and that I'll just do what I please with the pictures I took. I've worked in restaurants and a few bars before, I know that roaches exist in almost all of them, and mistakes happen. I've seen some things, trust me. But it's been a LONG time since I've been in a roachy situation. I just played it calm, especially since the kid wasn't freaked out.
So, what would you have done,
honestly?
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