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I've never been a fan of Applebees. Sure, I tolerated them when they had Bahama Mama's on the drinkies menu, but that was because two of those tasty tasties and I was pretty much willing to put up with anything as long as it came with fried cheese. Now that they no longer have the Bahama Mama, or any close equivalent that I could find, I'm much less likely to put up with annoying things.
Things like my friend and I both ordering loaded mashed potatoes and hers coming out loaded with butter and sour cream and cheese and bacon and looking very edible, and mine coming out with some cheese and some bacon. It was tasty, don't get me wrong, but I was half way through my mashed goodness (I vetoed the boiled broccoli in favor of a second helping of potatoes - one on each side of the plate to point out to the customer that there were in fact two. I like to take half home with my leftover steak... because there is always left over steak) when I noticed the discrepancy. So I wait for the waitress to wander by again and point out that my loaded potatoes weren't and there was no sour cream on mine. "You should have gotten some." And then she looks at me suspiciously as if I was hiding the sour cream somewhere.
Eventually I get a small cup of the stuff and a to-go box and I start spooning the leftovers into the box when I discover... a price tag. In my newly sour creamed potatoes.
Again, I wait for the waitress to come back and hand her the box and ask for some new potatoes and a new to-go box, thanks. She sort of looks at me funny and says "That shouldn't be in there. It's a good thing you didn't eat that." I just nod and agree with her, because she's right. By this time we've already paid (the card was being run when I found the surprise in the middle of my potatoes), so we're just hanging out waiting for my replacement spuds when the manager pops up. "Well, at least you could see from the date on the price tag that the potatoes were fresh!"
Haha... except no.
He took one look at my face and suddenly it's free desserts for Sarah and I!
Which I dropped on the kitchen floor when I got home and then had to threaten the dog with the faucet hose to keep him out of it until I could get the floor cleaned off.
Things like my friend and I both ordering loaded mashed potatoes and hers coming out loaded with butter and sour cream and cheese and bacon and looking very edible, and mine coming out with some cheese and some bacon. It was tasty, don't get me wrong, but I was half way through my mashed goodness (I vetoed the boiled broccoli in favor of a second helping of potatoes - one on each side of the plate to point out to the customer that there were in fact two. I like to take half home with my leftover steak... because there is always left over steak) when I noticed the discrepancy. So I wait for the waitress to wander by again and point out that my loaded potatoes weren't and there was no sour cream on mine. "You should have gotten some." And then she looks at me suspiciously as if I was hiding the sour cream somewhere.
Eventually I get a small cup of the stuff and a to-go box and I start spooning the leftovers into the box when I discover... a price tag. In my newly sour creamed potatoes.
Again, I wait for the waitress to come back and hand her the box and ask for some new potatoes and a new to-go box, thanks. She sort of looks at me funny and says "That shouldn't be in there. It's a good thing you didn't eat that." I just nod and agree with her, because she's right. By this time we've already paid (the card was being run when I found the surprise in the middle of my potatoes), so we're just hanging out waiting for my replacement spuds when the manager pops up. "Well, at least you could see from the date on the price tag that the potatoes were fresh!"
Haha... except no.
He took one look at my face and suddenly it's free desserts for Sarah and I!
Which I dropped on the kitchen floor when I got home and then had to threaten the dog with the faucet hose to keep him out of it until I could get the floor cleaned off.
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