My friends and I went out for dinner last night, we were hungry; so we all agreed on buffet. Time to pig out! My friend, Ken said in excitement. I didn’t feel like eating chinese food, so I’m off to the sushi counter. I got Sake (salmon), Maguro (tuna) and Hamachi (yellow tail) to start with. It was so good and the raw fish topping was fresh. So, I dashed for another round. When I got to the sushi counter, I didn’t see any nigiri sushi left. I kindly asked the guy (who I think was the sushi chef) for some more.
“Sir, excuse me. Could I kindly have some more sake and maguro.”
“I’m sorry, we ran out.” The guy said to me.
Then I saw slices of raw fish behind the counter, a whole platter full. Forgive me, but this guys remark made me raise my eyebrows. He is lying in front of my face! I just had to make a comment, this isn’t right.
“Sir, you said there’s no more salmon and tuna. Could I ask what’s that in front of you?” I said with a hint of sarcasm, then pointing to the platter.
“I’m sorry. We can’t serve that yet!” He said.
I was like, “What? Did I hear you right?”
“I thought this is a buffet restaurant? Thought that’s the sign I saw outside. Am I in the wrong place?” I didn’t realize that I was slightly raising my voice. The guy beside me, said the same thing. Two other customers nodded in agreement. I guess I’m not the only person in the restaurant being deprived of food in a B-U-F-F-E-T Restaurant!
“Can I have a word with your Manager, please?” was the next thing I said. I then saw a guy wearing a suit walking towards me, he introduced himself as the owner. I told him about the incident and stated my arguments. He turned red, after I said my piece. There was an inkling of embarassment on his face. He apologized for their mistake and told his chef to fill the sushi station right away; even telling him to give us what we want. The next thing I know, I had a plate full of nigiri sushi.
Spare me the BEE-ESS! But isn’t that the whole point of eating in a buffet restaurant, to eat to your hearts (or stomachs) content? I don’t see any reason holding food on customers, that’s insane and totally absurd. Why bother calling an establishment a buffet restaurant? Right?
Anyhow, after calming myself down and eating another plate of sushi; I asked the waitress for our bill. To my surprise, the owner came to our table and insisted that we pay nothing. “On the house”, he kindly said. I demanded on paying for our meal, even handing the waitress my credit card. But they would not take my payment. Again the owner ask for an apology for the small misunderstanding. I also asked him to excuse my sarcasm (it’s the least I can do, he looks like a good guy), and we both smiled while shaking each others hand.
I realized after that I can be a Big “B” sometimes, that there’s still a small “evil” side of me somewhere. Now I know why my sister made this one comment before.
“Watch out for Kuya, it’s a bad sign when he starts raising those eyebrows. You wouldn’t like what’s going to happen next.”
Hahaha! Seriously, I’m not “evil” or “ill-bred” (like my sister would often teased me); I’m just outspoken and would prefer not keeping my irritation secluded. I guess that answers my questions as well. Why people call me Sardonic Nell?