
If there was a Quaker Steak and Lube closer to my home, I wouldn't be having this issue. Alas, the closest one is in Pinellas Park, and therefore the debate remains. Lately the hub has been suggesting Buffalo Wild Wings when he gets wing cravings because Spencer likes the mini corn dogs and he likes the tv situation. I've only had one bad experience with one, in Orlando. It was incredibly bad, both in service and in food, and management didn't care at all (and we left a 56 cent tip, as I a) can't ever not leave a tip, and b) have found that leaving a ridiculously small tip sends a bigger message than not leaving one at all ... and please don't give me the "they only make $2 an hour and you can't short the tip... I don't expect a lot to give a normal tip. If I shorted you, it means it was horrendous and I've already complained to the manager with little or no response). But we've been to the one at home a few times, and while the food has been okay and the service wasn't terrible, there's something about the place that rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's that the service isn't spectacular, maybe it's that the manager-of-a-different-race-than-my-own ignored my table three times while chatting up the table next to mine. Maybe it's that I have to keep asking for refills on my water, or that my check comes out right after my food, in a "we've done our job, now give us your money and get out" sort of way. Or that I didn't like my sauce one time and a waitress argued with me on whether it was too spicy or not.
In any event, I'm hoping to start steering my husband to Winghouse a little more often when I don't feel like making my own wings. Man, those are some tasty wings. And I've never had anything other than stellar service there. I worked in service for 8 years, and depending who you ask I might still be working there (there is the school of thought that says that every industry is service-driven). I don't ask for much, just care that I'm there.
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