I once got a hotel's Best Western franchise yanked because I wrote the hotel's management a letter complaining about the quality and security of the hotel and then CC'ed it to their corporate headquarters. Corporate considered my letter "the last straw."
As for food, if it's awful or unhygienic I'll send it back.
However, I tend to be an anti-complainer. There are a lot of times that I've asked to see a restaurant (or store manager even) because I've been pleased with the service, or wrote a letter about it. About eight years ago we were eating at the Outback in Rochester, MN. The waitress did the usual "Hi, how are you," bit. When we did it back, she lamented that she was having a rough day. It really wasn't the answer we expected, nor was it inappropriate either. She provided some of the best service we've ever had in a restaurant. We had a word with her manager after dinner, and the manager was floored, to the point of asking, "This really isn't a complaint?!"
Hey, one of your waitresses said she was having a shitty day and then bent over backwards to provide us good service ... no, this isn't a complaint!
I was coming home from a music conference in Chicago right before Christmas. Had to detour to drop some colleagues off, and something went funky in my car's climate controls en route. I stopped at a McDonald's, tired, frustrated, and ready to kick something. I'm filling up my coke and the gal brings my to-go order to me. As she's walking away (and she could tell I was in a foul mood), she turns back and wishes me a Merry Christmas. I wrote her manager the next day.
We're having dinner at the Olive Garden. It's packed. Our waitress is overwhelmed with customers (and she was a great waitress, they were just busy). I observed another waitress randomly helping our waitress out. In fact, she voluntarily took the tray with our food from our waitress and served us so that our waitress could get another order out to another table. We had a little chat with the manager too.
We were at a local Macaroni Grill-style restaurant in St. Louis. Our waitress seemed like she was up for a little customer playfulness. So we quizzed her about the wine list -- "I'm only 19, I can't drink. Let me check with the guys at the bar." She comes back with a bunch of great recommendations for wine. We quizzed her about what was good at the restaurant. Again, great recommendations. She played along with "be chatty with the waitress," and she busted our ass to serve us. Again, talked to the manager.
Bad service happens. Bad food happens. It's part of life. However, I'd rather celebrate the great service, hoping it will encourage others to follow that example, than constantly bitch about minutiae.
On one of our other trips to OG, my wife ordered one kind of noodle for her noodles and marinara, and got a different type. No problem, she started eating, and we chuckled about it. When the waitress came back to check on us, my wife casually mentioned it. You would have thought that we found a human body part in the food! The manager came right over, and apologized to the point of annoyance. Then she turned around and comp'ed my wife's dinner, my glass of wine, and my daughter's ice cream sundae. What. The. Fuck?! It was the wrong noodle, not a finger!
As for food, if it's awful or unhygienic I'll send it back.
However, I tend to be an anti-complainer. There are a lot of times that I've asked to see a restaurant (or store manager even) because I've been pleased with the service, or wrote a letter about it. About eight years ago we were eating at the Outback in Rochester, MN. The waitress did the usual "Hi, how are you," bit. When we did it back, she lamented that she was having a rough day. It really wasn't the answer we expected, nor was it inappropriate either. She provided some of the best service we've ever had in a restaurant. We had a word with her manager after dinner, and the manager was floored, to the point of asking, "This really isn't a complaint?!"
Hey, one of your waitresses said she was having a shitty day and then bent over backwards to provide us good service ... no, this isn't a complaint!
I was coming home from a music conference in Chicago right before Christmas. Had to detour to drop some colleagues off, and something went funky in my car's climate controls en route. I stopped at a McDonald's, tired, frustrated, and ready to kick something. I'm filling up my coke and the gal brings my to-go order to me. As she's walking away (and she could tell I was in a foul mood), she turns back and wishes me a Merry Christmas. I wrote her manager the next day.
We're having dinner at the Olive Garden. It's packed. Our waitress is overwhelmed with customers (and she was a great waitress, they were just busy). I observed another waitress randomly helping our waitress out. In fact, she voluntarily took the tray with our food from our waitress and served us so that our waitress could get another order out to another table. We had a little chat with the manager too.
We were at a local Macaroni Grill-style restaurant in St. Louis. Our waitress seemed like she was up for a little customer playfulness. So we quizzed her about the wine list -- "I'm only 19, I can't drink. Let me check with the guys at the bar." She comes back with a bunch of great recommendations for wine. We quizzed her about what was good at the restaurant. Again, great recommendations. She played along with "be chatty with the waitress," and she busted our ass to serve us. Again, talked to the manager.
Bad service happens. Bad food happens. It's part of life. However, I'd rather celebrate the great service, hoping it will encourage others to follow that example, than constantly bitch about minutiae.
On one of our other trips to OG, my wife ordered one kind of noodle for her noodles and marinara, and got a different type. No problem, she started eating, and we chuckled about it. When the waitress came back to check on us, my wife casually mentioned it. You would have thought that we found a human body part in the food! The manager came right over, and apologized to the point of annoyance. Then she turned around and comp'ed my wife's dinner, my glass of wine, and my daughter's ice cream sundae. What. The. Fuck?! It was the wrong noodle, not a finger!