Ooooh, I hate that too Gwenn. My favorite memory is of Equus (before I knew stingy pours were all the rage and acceptable) and my reaction to hubby getting a short pour. I asked the server “ok, where is the rest of his wine?”. He gave him more. Yeah, I’ve heard the baloney about a certain amount of ounces or a bigger glass, but I got what I wanted in Villa Nova, and I get what I want in Silvio’s in Thornwood. Yup, another of my hot buttons.
As to servers, again my favorite story is the server at Gina Marie in Eastchester (since closed, happily), whom I asked NOT to bring my entree until I was done with my appetizer. You guess it, fork to mouth with my appetizer salad, and this idiot plops down my entree. Brought them back, came back with them, and I called over his manager. You guessed it, the manager said “you never told the server not to bring out your entree”. Of course, never went back. At the urging of relatives, we went to the new incarnation in CT, and it was okay, the bad server was nowhere to be seen.
But my current winner of bad service is the grumpy argumentative waiter at Dubrovnik. Horrid.