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The Tully's Wing Night Tragedy, with Aftermath |
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Me and my friends usually look at Wing Nights on Mondays as great times of joy and reminiscing, when we look back at the days of old and bring out their strengths and weaknesses, their high and low points. Not to mention having a few good wings and drinks along the way.
So, yesterday, we decided to go to our usual Wing Night location of decadence and hilarity, that being the Tully's Irish restaurant, where the atmosphere was friendly and we usually get involved in a trivia game that's held every Monday if we don't arrive too late. In this case, we didn't participate, rather just hung out with good friends and talked about anything of interest to us, from technical OS improvisations to the bane of every tech geek's Mere Existence. Anyway, the night was well, and laughs were had.
Until the check hit the table like a declaration of war from the enemy.
If you know anything about Tully's, Monday nights offered half-priced Wings and half-priced burgers with free refills abound. This was evidently NOT the case that night. We see the check, and immediately the great energy and laughing quickly shut up, tensed at the disheartened unbelief at what our precious Tully's did to us. The check came out to be $64 in total. When we saw this, we were questioning the possibility of them miscalculating the check, or something to that degree. We looked at the check further, and we found the culprit:
They charged us $30 for drinks alone. This means that for every refill of soda that we had, they charged us accordingly for it.
Needless to say, all five of us were pretty outraged. Furious, ready to start a riot and storm out of the door. So first, we asked for our waitress to come back and see if something was wrong with our check. In a pretty crass manner, she has the gall to tell us that it has ALWAYS BEEN STORE POLICY that refills were NEVER free, and that Wing Nights gave no special previledge to do so. When she was done giving us her banter, we asked for the manager immediately, still dissuaded that this could happen.
We've been going to this place for well over a year now, becoming loyal staples to the Tully's scene whenever that first day of the week showed up to greet us. And never, NEVER in our entire course of going there, did we EVER get charged for refills. It was like some burly manager had noticed of our presensce and decided that loyal customers would drag their business down, so they hosted this "coup" of sorts to drive us away, already having wine glasses and lube ready for their "masturbatory victory."
In any case, the manager came and practically said the same thing that our waitress had told us, therefore solidifying our disdain and resentment of this entire establishment. This part of the night just about made us drop our jaws, and punch a nun accordingly:
There have NEVER been free refills at this restaurant, and for GRATUITY PURPOSES, we get charged for SIX people being here, yet there was only FIVE of us. WE HAVE TO PAY FOR AN EMPTY SEAT! This is just a continuing downward spiral of insanity! The same goes for if there are only two people sitting in a six-person table. They have to PAY for FOUR people! El. Oh. El.
So, like the wind, she breezes off, like she's had that conversation in memory, leaving us off to either pay up the amount that's due, or be carded off by either the police, or a chef, where dishes awaited our wing-stained hands. Tension and anger only grew at that moment, where we had to scrounge up what we could in order to meet the amount.
All of a sudden, my good friend Lucas takes out his Debit card and decides to cover the entire bill, if he can get 10% from everyone, which in this case, is $12. So, we all coughed it up, my one friend Greg having to give up all of his money that he was saving for a concert into it. He didn't have enough, so I helped him out. So, after about 15-20 minutes of "No waitress yet," "I NEED TO ******** GO NOW!," "Bateman's is better, ******** Tully's!," etc., she comes and says that THEY DON'T ACCEPT DEBIT CARDS. At this point, I'm just laughing inside, already knowing that this place will be lacking five people now and forever.
So Lucas switches cards, waitress comes back in a quick and sloppy manner, basically DROPS the check at us, and skitters off. Lucas leaves the all appropriate tip of $0 and we all storm off.
So basically, if you're looking for a good half-priced meal on Monday nights, do not committ the same mistake that we did and go to Tully's. Bateman's is a better choice. Whether or not it was a planned effort to make us pissed off or if it was a reinforced "policy" that we had never heard of, it's pretty safe to say that it was the perfect buzzkill to an otherwise joyous night.
~Dave
FLCLboy · Wed Feb 14, 2007 @ 01:46am · 0 Comments |
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