A trend is starting to form in which the drinking establishments that we frequent are quickly becoming my least favourite places to visit. Part of me is yearning for something a little more upscale. Part of me is yearning for something a little different. We all know my feelings in regards to the Cambie, and slowly but surely these feelings are starting to transfer to Dublin’s Crossing.

I guess the thing about Dublin’s is that it is easy and familiar, minutes away from Ryan and Elise’s place. The crowd inside can be OK, depending on when you go, but you have to deal with middle aged adults thinking they’re 20 again and Surreys wanna be gangsters. Luckily, we almost always find a booth upstairs, tucked away in a corner, away from the ‘action’.

The one different thing about Dublin’s is we have probably had the most trouble with waitresses here then anywhere else. We’ve also ordered food here and it was so cold and gross that we had to send it back, which we have NEVER done anywhere else.

Saturday night, after the game, the 4 of us headed over there for a drink. We were joined by Mikes friend Kevin and sat at the corner booth at the back. Our waitress was in a piss poor mood. We’ve had her before and it seems as though shes always got an attitude problem. The night was definitely off to a rocky start.

Early in the night we order a round of drinks and she brings everyone’s but Ryan’s. Ryan doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t make a fuss, he just sits there finishing the beer he was drinking. 10 minutes later she whips by our table and mumbles ‘Sorry, I forgot your drink’, slams it on the table and then walks turns away. She obviously realized she had messed up and was embarrassed by it.

The next round of drinks, everyone orders something. Again she brings the drinks but this time forgets Chad’s. Again, no one says anything about it. 10 minutes later she comes to clear some of the glasses, looks at Chad and says, “Oh, I forgot your drink”. She turns around, gets his drink, comes back, drops it off and doesn’t say anything.

Now, we were so relaxed and casual that it didn’t really bother us that she forgot the drinks, however, if we wanted to, we could have been huge ass holes about it, especially with the way she reacted when realizing her mistake.

So, near the end of the evening, two of Mikes friends join our group for one drink. It was then time for last call and since no one wanted anything else she brought us the bills. Everyone was on separate bills. Most of us were ready to pay with credit cards but Mikes friends were at the end of the table counting out their change, which just seems really weird. They hand Mike their bill and their bucket of change and take off, with out waiting for the waitress to come back. We each pay, everything seems OK, then 15 minutes later the waitress storms up to our table, slams down 50 cents down and then storms away.

WTF?! We had no idea what that was about and assumed it had to do with the friends that paid in cash who were no longer with us.

10 minutes later she comes back to clear our table. Mike takes a sip of his drink and puts it down in front of him. She grabs the drink from him and clears it. Mike looks up at her and says ‘Oh, I wasn’t finished with that’. She glares at him, slams the drink down, pushes it towards him and walks away. It was like her body language and facial expressions were saying ‘Oh, you’re not done your effing drink yet, well here it is.’ I sat there with my mouth wide open. I was SHOCKED. I have NEVER seen a waitress react that way for NO REASON. Mike is the sweetest guy ever, how could him saying ‘Oh, I’m not done with that yet’ garner such a reaction. We had no idea what was going on.

All of a sudden a light bulb goes off in Mikes head, “Omg she must think is was me”.

Ahh…what?

Turns out Mikes two ass hat friend were counting out their change because they didn’t want to leave the waitress a tip. When they handed Mike their money and left, Mike realized this and added a toonie to their bill to somewhat make up for their bone head move, even though it was NOT Mikes responsibility to make up for his loser friend rude ways. Clearly, they didn’t want to stick around to hand the waitress their tip-less payment; cowards. When Mike handed her the payment she must have thought it was his, even though they ordered totally different things and had separate bills. Clearly she was pissed by this. It was the only thing that made any sense. But we were still baffled as to why she threw 50 cents on the table. To prove a point? Who knows. It was lost on us since we all friggin paid our bills and tipped her even though she was less then steller.

As soon as the drink slamming went down, we knew we had to get out of there. This waitress was being a bitch and was wanted no part of it. As Chad and I are heading down stairs we see the waitress coming up. Shes all smiley and social and then looks over, sees its us, and straightens her face and glares. Umm…excuse me!?

Ryan was the last one at the table getting his jacket on and the waitress runs up to him and gives him the 50 cents we left on the table.”Umm, yea, your friend forgot his change”. Ryan tells her it doesn’t matter and to keep it but she makes him take it as if to prove some other point.

We were not impressed at all. If you’re going to be pissed at someone, get your shit straight. Number 1, if we all have separate bills how can you mistake/confuse who has tipped you and who hasn’t. Number 2, not that I condone not tipping a waitress, but if you are rude and forget drinks all night long, who the hell are you to expect any sort of decent tip?

I understand that being a waitress can be difficult and frustrating, but you chose to work in that industry. If you are pissed because you are getting shitty tips then maybe drop the attitude, put on a smile and act like everyone is your best friend. And do NOT ‘accuse’ someone of not tipping you when the sure as hell did.

I have a feeling this waitress is going to remember us for life, just as we will remember her. Let the hate on begin.