OK boys and girls this is a scary story to get you ready for Halloween.
Yesterday I called the sports book to obtain a $180 off food comp for Canal Street. They ask first if I have reservations for the dinner. I go ahead and make the comp arrangements then call Canal Street. A guy with a thick Spanish accent answers. I imagine him to be a dishwasher who happened to be near the phone. He hurriedly takes down the information but doesn't say much. Now I'm worried the sports book will fail to take the comp over and no reservations were actually made.
I and the two of my party of four arrive at 7:30 pm and we begin looking for the fourth member. I also go into Canal Street to see if the comp arrived. Yes it did. I exit and look all over the casino. This lady likes to play Wheel of Fortune so I check all of those. I call her on her cell phone and she answers but the conversation is spotty because of being in the middle of a the hotel. I call her back after the line goes dead and she gets out in between static that she is in Canal Street in a booth waiting and she saw me enter then exit. Now the real fun begins.
We all find the booth, a medium size booth, not big enough for four tall people. I wonder if the Canal Street staff put my friend in the booth or did she choose it. The server arrives. She seems surly. I know it's my imagination. After she talks about the special I ask a question and it seems she admonishes me for not understanding. Just my imagination I'm sure. She asks what we will have to drink and seems crestfallen we all want coffee, and not wine. Two of us want regular coffee and two want decaf. Olivia the drink server arrives and stands next to our food server and is informed of the coffee order. Olivia leaves and comes back with four cups of decaf and a diet coke. None of us ordered the coke. One of my party says, "Oh, four cups of coffee is fine I'll drink all of them just leave'em on the table." I'm thinking, no, the table is crammed with unused wine glasses menus, silverware, candles. My friend refuses to give up the extra cups of coffee (which she never touches) Olivia
returns but again with only decaf coffee because she didn't quite understand. But we have water and still have the empty wine glasses as if a punishment for not wanting to drink wine. Olivia comes back for a third time with regular coffee and decaf for refills. She does the decaf refills first, engages in conversation with my guests and finally pours me a cup of regular coffee then leaves... Everybody else at my booth has a spoon for their coffee except me. The unordered diet coke is still on the table.
One of my guests suggests I pull up the table cloth and carry the contents of the table in it to the kitchen and say, "Here. Start over."
The server returns and I ask if the comp actually got into her hands. She seems a little angry, just my imagination, that I should even ask, then flutters it in my face.
The bread arrives. It's two loaves. Both of the loaves are not precut good enough to pull apart. We tear it into little pieces. I at this point wax nostalgic to the buffet at Bellagio and their wonderful bread counter and that great tasting butter.
The main course of food was OK but I'm the kind of guy if I pay $28 for lamb I sort of want to see a huge plate of food. After we finish the server informs me the dinner went $3.80 over the comp. The server reminds me three times jof that fact and also mentions that the $3.80 does not include the tip. I'm thinking, "Oh yes it does."
JT
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