I didn’t take the discount

This morning Jeff and I went out for breakfast. We like to support local restaurants and many of them are hurting after losing power due to the freak storm we had last Saturday. Some of these restaurants lost almost a week of business plus most if not all of their inventory. It has been a rough week for a lot of small businesses in Connecticut.

We went to one of our favorite local places, The Whistle Stop Cafe here in Windsor. The place was slammed. We were happy to see the place so busy. We knew the wait would be longer than normal but we weren’t in a rush. We ordered and enjoyed our coffee. After a while, our waiter came over to let us know it would just be a few minutes. A few minutes later, he let us know there had been a problem with the printer. He apologized and we got our breakfast a few minutes later. Our food was delicious. After a very hardy breakfast and lots of coffee, our waiter gave us the check. He had discounted the bill because of the wait. It was a very large discount. Shocking my husband, I asked the waiter to remove the discount. He apologized again and thanked us.

The wait hadn’t been excessively long and the food was very good. Plus, they had discovered the error before we did. I didn’t think the discount was necessary. My husband was so proud of me for not accepting the discount. The way I look at it is I want this restaurant to be around next time I don’t feel like making dinner.

It’s funny because as I write this, I just remembered that I had the opposite experience earlier this week. Last Sunday night, Jeff and I went out for dinner at a place down state. We had never eaten there before but we were hungry and the restaurant was close to the hotel. I ordered veal, which is one of my favorite foods. I have had mediocre veal before, but the veal I had that night was tough. I couldn’t cut through it. I very rarely send food back, but I did that night. Since Jeff was done with his meal and I was going out that night, I was not willing to wait for another meal. When the check came, they did not take the meal off the bill and refused to do so. Did I mention the restaurant was dead at 7:30 on a Sunday night? There was only one other table in the place. That should have made me get back in the car and find another place to eat.

It’s funny how people are willing to take care of the businesses that take good care of their customers. The Whistle Stop in Windsor is one of those places. If you are ever in the area, stop in. They will take excellent care of you.

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