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Then again, some people are just assholes by nature and have to bitch and complain about EVERYTHING. My one friend had reasons for why he would not go to SEVERAL restaurants I would suggest. This time the waiter did this or that time the service was too slow or another time they put lettuce on a sandwhich when he asked for them not to. It got to the point where I almost couldn't suggest ANY place to eat, 'cuz he had a horror story for every one of them. I came to realize, "You're just a nasty person who has to bitch about everything."

By the way, we don't talk anymore. I got tired of the negativity.
Dave Barry once wrote, "A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)"

I used to hang out with this guy who was really nice, very generous and friendly. And he was always pulling out these free coupons or cashing in favors from management he knew at a lot of restaurants. As I got to know him it seemed that he had really bad luck wherever he went to eat because waiters and waitresses were always giving him attitude, messing up his orders, and giving him terrible service. Then he would talk about his "friends" who managed these places and how they would take care of everything. Then we ate out a few times. I noticed right away that he wouldn't even make eye contact with the waitress. No smile, no thank you's, it was like they were robots and he was just reporting his order. I mean, come on, these are real people. It takes nothing to give a little smile and say thank you when done. Than I found that his expectations of any restaurant were through the roof. If he didn't have a drink refilled within minutes of finishing it you would have thought someone had spit in it. If his food didn't come within a very short time of ordering, no matter how insanely busy they were, he'd get that look in his eye. And God forbid the waitress forgot something or the cook messed up his side dish. I soon came to realize that as nice as he was to me and my friends, he loved getting stuff by complaining. The sad thing is that I think he was raised like that and found it perfectly acceptable.

Needless to say, I don't really like eating out with him anymore.