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I used to like this restaurant. It had a touch of working-class elegance to it, the food was always well-prepared, the prices were reasonable - I could sit there reading my Sunday New York Times for an hour and a half without feeling pressured or rushed. It was more like a tea room than an all-you-can-eat trough.
Boy, did that place change.
I always thought that it was because they were overworked. I was positive that the company was a victim of its own success - the place grew crowded fast, and soon was populated entirely by overfed Americans treating the waitstaff like animals and shoveling down chicken wings as fast as the servers could load the trays. I started hustling quietly out after only forty minutes or so.
The booths started looking tatty, the koi pond in the middle started to murk up, and the exhausted servers would look at you as if they really wanted to pop into the back and grab a few Z's. The quality of the food plummeted until it was barely edible. The whole place seemed slammed. Now that I'm reading this article and realizing that only part of the visible exhaustion written on the faces of the employees is due to the daily dinner rush, I feel really, really awkward.
I feel kind of bad boycotting the place if the employees really are being treated like that - I have the temptation to go there and leave 100% tips, like I do on holidays at the Denny's. But there is no WAY I'm setting foot in that place again. I was borderline on whether to cross it off my list anyway.
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I used to like this restaurant. It had a touch of working-class elegance to it, the food was always well-prepared, the prices were reasonable - I could sit there reading my Sunday New York Times for an hour and a half without feeling pressured or rushed. It was more like a tea room than an all-you-can-eat trough.
Boy, did that place change.
I always thought that it was because they were overworked. I was positive that the company was a victim of its own success - the place grew crowded fast, and soon was populated entirely by overfed Americans treating the waitstaff like animals and shoveling down chicken wings as fast as the servers could load the trays. I started hustling quietly out after only forty minutes or so.
The booths started looking tatty, the koi pond in the middle started to murk up, and the exhausted servers would look at you as if they really wanted to pop into the back and grab a few Z's. The quality of the food plummeted until it was barely edible. The whole place seemed slammed. Now that I'm reading this article and realizing that only part of the visible exhaustion written on the faces of the employees is due to the daily dinner rush, I feel really, really awkward.
I feel kind of bad boycotting the place if the employees really are being treated like that - I have the temptation to go there and leave 100% tips, like I do on holidays at the Denny's. But there is no WAY I'm setting foot in that place again. I was borderline on whether to cross it off my list anyway.
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