S
stefen
Guest
DENNY'S IS ON MY &%$# LIST...FOREVER
Saturday morning I was sitting in a Denny's drinking my coffee and reading a newspaper when I happened to look up and note that two separate tables that were seated about 10 minutes after I was were being served their food.
I looked around to see if I could catch the eye of a waiter (ess) for a refill and to inquire about the status of my Super Slam.
After waiting for about another ten minutes, I headed to the front counter and asked for the Manager. I actually asked for him 3 times and he finally came through the front door with a waiter. I can't explain why he came through the front door and I really don't give a Rats A$$.
I explained the problem as we walked back to my table...empty coffee cup and papers still there and no Super Slam.
The adjoining tables were just finishing their breakfasts.
In a low voice, yet as stern as I could put out, I described the lack of service quality, of which he partially responded in Spanish.
This was going nowhere. I then said his lack of concern also reflected on his ability as a manager and the overall quality of the chain.
It was like looking into the eyes of a headlight struck deer...
In the interim, no food magically appeared.
There was no apology...no offer to fix the immediate problem...
And, of course, no tip for exemplary service.
The coffee was good...as was Mickey D's down the street.
If this sounds like an endorsement, guess again.
Saturday morning I was sitting in a Denny's drinking my coffee and reading a newspaper when I happened to look up and note that two separate tables that were seated about 10 minutes after I was were being served their food.
I looked around to see if I could catch the eye of a waiter (ess) for a refill and to inquire about the status of my Super Slam.
After waiting for about another ten minutes, I headed to the front counter and asked for the Manager. I actually asked for him 3 times and he finally came through the front door with a waiter. I can't explain why he came through the front door and I really don't give a Rats A$$.
I explained the problem as we walked back to my table...empty coffee cup and papers still there and no Super Slam.
The adjoining tables were just finishing their breakfasts.
In a low voice, yet as stern as I could put out, I described the lack of service quality, of which he partially responded in Spanish.
This was going nowhere. I then said his lack of concern also reflected on his ability as a manager and the overall quality of the chain.
It was like looking into the eyes of a headlight struck deer...
In the interim, no food magically appeared.
There was no apology...no offer to fix the immediate problem...
And, of course, no tip for exemplary service.
The coffee was good...as was Mickey D's down the street.
If this sounds like an endorsement, guess again.