I had a few moments of serenity before I found myself in a crowded bar, in a place that, for all its flaws, was not entirely lacking in energy.
This is when the first signs of a culinary disaster happened.
I was trying to order an appetizer that was supposed to be $14.95, and instead was presented with a $10.50, which was the maximum charge for a plate of the meal.
The menu said the drink would be $2.50 per person.
It was at that moment that the idea of an overpriced entrée suddenly became the most pressing concern for me, and the more I thought about it, the more it became clear that this was not going to be a place for me.
This was not a place to enjoy an appetizers that were going to cost me $10 per person, and I didn’t want to have to pay a lot more to get that dish.
I didn�t want to be eating at a restaurant that charged $4.50 a person for an appetizing plate of a salad.
I wanted to be dining at a place where I could be comfortable, and where I had enough space for my friends and family.
A few days after I got my first glimpse of this kind of business model, I was still in shock when a couple of my coworkers were approached by a customer for $9.99 a bottle of their favorite beer.
I did not want to eat there, so I didn, too.
The waiter looked up and said, �What do you want?’ and then went back to his job, ignoring me.
When I told him I wanted a $3.95 wine glass, he said, “Oh, we don�t have that anymore.”
And he walked away.
The waiter was very rude, and it was not something I would have wanted to happen to a waiter.
I told the man to be nice to me and said I would be more comfortable eating at another restaurant.
He was not nice to us, either, and that was the moment when my first real panic set in.
I felt so humiliated and ashamed, so confused, that I felt like I was going to leave.
This, it turns out, was the exact opposite of the service I expected from a restaurant.
I expected to be treated like an important person and not to be asked for a tip or a discount or even a suggestion.
I also expected to feel safe and not feel pressured to pay for something.
I got to be exactly that, and to feel like an object.
And that was something I was not prepared for.
I had just walked into a bar that was charging $3 per person for a beverage.
I asked to order a beer and I got an appetization.
I sat at the bar and waited for the waiter to get back to me.
I had paid a lot of money for a meal, and now I was getting a $1.50 beverage.
The restaurant manager came back to the table with his wine glasses and I was offered the wine.
The food was great, and then the manager came over to me, looked me in the eye and said: �What is your problem?
We know that you are not the restaurant’s owner.
We just need you to pay.’
I told them the same thing I had told the waiter: I wanted the drink, and they said: ‘We will wait for you to leave.’
I went back inside and the same waiter who had looked at me and been nice to the waiter, looked at the same waitress and said he would wait for me outside the restaurant.
When the restaurant manager walked in, I went up to him and asked him what the problem was, and he said: The problem is that we don’t have the money to pay you the amount that you want.
I went to the manager and told him the same things I told that waiter: We don’t want you to tip you the way you want, and we don`t want you charging me for the drinks that you already have.
I walked away, and for the first time in my life, I had not felt ashamed or embarrassed.
I left the bar, and when I came back, the waitress was not there.
I don�ts know if I had the guts to ask for a refund, but I didn��t want her to be ashamed.
And I didn���t want the waiter or the manager to be scared.
As I walked out of that bar, I couldn�t help but wonder if my experience at that restaurant had been a sign that something was not right.
I wondered what was wrong with the people who ran this restaurant.
Maybe they didn�ts like the way I wanted them to treat me.
Maybe I could not be treated that way.
I wonder if the restaurant had any responsibility for my poor choices.
I decided to check with a