Tuesday, April 26

persnickety

I work at a fairly "hoity" restaurant that has a lot of food with French and Italian words in the description. Words like Ciabatta, Pugliese, Aperitifs, fromage, blah blah. Its great and all, but needless to say it attracts a certain demographic. Mostly these people are what we call "foodies" who have seen 2 or 3 shows on the Food Network and think they're as knowledgeable as Anthony Bordain.

So we serve homemade breads with olive oil with our meals. We serve a relatively good Extra Virgin Olive Oil with our breads for your culinary pleasure. BUT APPARENTLY we used to have a little bit higher quality olive oil with our breads, but have stopped serving it and only use it in our cooking, because it costs too much. (You'd be amazed how many people leave their bread and oil UNTOUCHED, shameful).

Fast forward to today, when these two women come in. They begin by asking me (the hostess) 324 questions about the menu, which they could totally get from their SERVER but chose to ask me. Oh, they also had a specific booth they wanted to sit in. And the mom left her sunglasses on the ENTIRE TIME. But I digress...

I bring them out some bread and olive oil and they proceed to tell me that they have a "special olive oil" in the office. You can imagine my surprise, since we keep NO FOOD PRODUCTS in the office. I walk upstairs and the owners wife is there, and I ask what the shiz they are talking about. There is no "special olive oil" for "them" its just the cooking stuff.

I then bring out their somewhat higher quality oil out and they proclaim "SUCH A DIFFERENCE!!!". I asked if I should take the "cheap" stuff away, and they said "OH, GOD YES!"

I walk back to the kitchen and try both of the olive oils. And I'm a bit of a foodie myself, and have quite high standards for olive oil and bread... and you know what? Can't. Tell. The. Difference.

Douche Bags.


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6 comments:

Cathy said...

Bring me your special Olive Oil?? WTF? It's OLIVE OIL. It all tastes the same. I hope you gave them a good eyeroll at some point.

Kate Rowan said...

I work at a place that serves pizza from a fired oven. I love it when people complain about the ashes that sometimes dust the bottom. They think it shouldn't happen in a wood oven. Seriously, I cook the pizza less than 6 inches from the flames, and they think it should look like I pulled it out of a sterilized oven. People, right???

Katie said...

Were they expecting you handpress the olives in the back for them? ::headdesk::

ShellyTalks said...

I would probably just bring out a bottle of the same olive oil. I bet they wouldn't even realize the difference.

Lisa said...

Ah, the joy of working in a restaurant. I don't think I could do it anymore-my tolerance for stupid is much lower nowadays...

Baby Sister said...

*sigh* I hate the phrase "the customer is always right". That reminded me of the movie "Return to Me" when the main guys blind date makes a huge deal out of bottled water vs tap water and how the bottled water was sooo much better when she was really drinking the tap. Lol