“What can I get you, hon?”
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
stay home“What can I get you, hon?”
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
It doesn’t bother me to the extent it ruins my meal or anything. I also don’t mind it once or twice. Just ending every statement with hon or honey or love is silly, IMO.Really? The “terms of endearment” actually bother you?
We've got an early-60’ish receptionist at work who's as nice as can be; calls everybody “Doll”, “Hun”, “Babe” etc. I think it's charming.
But then again, I'm 57 myself so these harmless echoes of a simpler time don't really bug me.
Sorry, forgot some of you probably live for your daily interactions down at the local diner.stay home
What is the difference?
WTF are home fries?What is the difference?
Tell me you're a Yankee without actually telling me.“What can I get you, hon?”
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
Not a yankee, but I do drink unsweet.Tell me you're a Yankee without actually telling me.
OP probably drinks unsweet tea too.
Well, to answer the question, "Restaurant server pet peeves", I get irritated when my server is nowhere to be found. 10 min until they make their first appearance, then never come back and you have to walk into the kitchen to find them to ask for a refill. That's more of a pet peeve then prompt service where they call me sweetie.Not a yankee, but I do drink unsweet.
I used to drink a ton of sweet tea until realizing how bad it is for you.
And you weren't man enough to say something to keep your wife happy?The only thing that bothers me at a restaurant is when it's half empty, we're a table of 2 and you sit us right next to a table of 14 drunks at happy hour having after work drinks. Move me to the other side of the damn restaurant so we can hear our conversation. You can call me sweet cheeks all day I don't care about that.
Oh this happened just last Thursday night is the only reason I bring it up. Was awesome eating with my wife with out being able to have a conversation. Idiots. Normally the wife would tell them to move us but for some reason she wasn't in the mood to complain.
If I were ever offered home fries I would ask because I don't know what that is. But I've never been asked that.Ask the waitress/server
No. I just appreciate kindness in a world with far too many cynics and assholes. Crazy, isn't it?Sorry, forgot some of you probably live for your daily interactions down at the local diner.
I’ve never heard of them either. I wonder if they’re similar to American fries?WTF are home fries?
If I'm at a fine dining place, yeah, I don't need the "huns" and the "babes." If I'm at the Mid City Diner, I expect them and I am disappointed if I don't get them. There is a time and a place for everything.“What can I get you, hon?”
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
Home fries are cubed potatoes and hash browns are shredded.What is the difference?
Nobody knows.
“What can I get you, hon?”
“No problem, I got you luv.”
“Need a refill, babe?”
Just stop!!!
How about you?
That one's pretty annoying, because it's pretty clear they've got a tray with ~20 glasses of iced tea back there that've been sitting there a while, so the ice is all melted. Like it's a lot more trouble to put ice in a glass and pour the tea into it when it's ordered, and not when you're killing time.Not enough ice in my iced tea![]()