Today, I took Grandma to Rascal House, because we like it there. Besides, it’s an Institution in these parts. The food is always good. The service is generally surly but efficient.
The service was inexplicably horrible today. Grandma hates when I make a scene, or the manager would have heard about it. I had the last say. I left a very tiny tip ($3) and on the credit card receipt I wrote (where it can’t be removed without damaging the receipt) “Great Food, Horrible Service” — I hope his boss sees it.
Of course, I will go again because it’s a great place to go for very filling, overpriced breakfast.
— Eric