She had not seen the $35 in cash on the table UNDER the bill. We were all pointing it out, but she kept throwing a fit and hissing at everyone at the table. The manager came over to see what was up. He and the server had an argument in front of me, screaming in a language I could not understand. My friends, equally embarrassed, just grabbed their stuff and began leaving without a word, but I stayed behind to clear this up. They let the manager know that this was our last time here, citing that this was unprofessional, embarrassing, and so on.
The one thing I never do is NOT tip and I had already tipped the sushi chefs, who were yelling at the manager, too, in my defense. But, the server was out of control. They were yelling at each other, I kept pointing out the tip was on the table the entire time, and she snapped at me and at the manager.
The manager saw the tip on the table and, finally, he just slapped her good and hard in the face a few times and pushed her to the back area and into the kitchen. He then took the tip off the table and put it in his pocket and yelled at some other servers to come clear the table. He then disappeared to the kitchen and the yelling proceeded on.
That was the last time I ever ate there. As mad as the manager was, I feared the server was going to be on the menu. I wrote a letter of complaint but received no reply. Maybe she was having a bad day. I don't know and don't care, but that whole incident enraged me because until that time I was very generous. Now, not so much. You earn it or you get minimum."
"When I was just a wee lad, my parents went to some restaurant and apparently left a very generous tip. They decided to go back the next week since they liked the place. When we entered, the server who had served them the last time recognized them and immediately went to greet us and bring us to our table.
When she went to the kitchen, we could hear someone yelling at her about taking our table. Soon, a fist fight started in the kitchen. Apparently, the other server had heard of our tip and wanted it this time. We left a small tip and never went back there again."
"A few college friends and I went to a local bar just off of campus. It was around 11 pm on a Tuesday night, so it was dead. I met them there and we got a seat in a corner booth. It was literally 15 minutes before the waiter made his way over to our table. Mind you, we're almost the only ones in there, minus a few people at the bar.
The waiter took our drink orders and disappeared. Another 10 minutes later, he returned with our drinks. He then wandered off again. We chatted ourselves up, finished our drinks, and all wanted another, but the waiter was nowhere to be found. We banged our glasses on the table before eventually going up to the bar to have them re-filled.
Finally, our waiter returned to the table and asked us if we wanted anything else. We just scowled and asked for our checks. He promptly got our checks before, once again, disappearing. After he wandered his way back, he swiped our cards and left. Out of the four people in our party, one person rounded up his total to the next dollar, two of us wrote $0 for the tip, and one simply wrote 'LOL.'
A buddy of mine and I made our way back there a week later. It turned out that we get the same waiter. He remembered us and our 'LOL' tip. He refused to serve us and suggested we go elsewhere. We ended up going up to the bar.
At this place, they have a thing called a 'passport,' which means that if you drink the nearly 50 different drinks listed in the book, you get a T-shirt and your name on the wall. When you leave, you have to give it back to your waiter so that you don't stamp them all on your own. My buddy was about halfway through his. Needless to say, his was 'missing.'
We talked to the manager and he defended the waiter as much as he possibly could, saying we should have said something when the crappy service happened. He offered nothing in return and scoffed off.
All of us really wanted to find his car and leave him a nice message on it. I believe he got fired shortly after. I haven't been back since."
"I once went to a Mexican restaurant with my friend. We ate four or five plates of free chips and salsa. Then, we ordered a $1 stack of plain corn tortillas, put salsa on them, and ate them. We left the waitress what was left over from the $10 bill I paid with, which totaled to a tip of about $8.90.
She then got her manager, who informed me that I was not welcome in that establishment anymore.
I went there again a few weeks ago. I met the new manager and told him the story. He laughed and gave me free food."