After the run, we had a slight detour to Forest Park to watch our neighbors kiddos while they went to find out if they're having another boy, or adding a girl to the fold. Our plan was to attend the Everett Food Truck Festival afterwards. We arrived at 2pm, with 2 hours until the end of the event. We were hungry, well everyone except for me was. I had passed hunger. None of the food trucks stood out. We had options like: Fez, Bread and Circuses, and Tokyo Dog. My husband was hangry, and the best I could muster was to maybe get a jackalope brat, which was indeed antelope and jack rabbit. That didn't happen. So, we ventured out farther toward Everett's many restaurants.
We started at Kama'aina Grindz on Colby. I had been there once before with a coworker, and had loved the Maui-Style Bibimbap. The server didn't want to seat us, and check us for a reservation, but the owner/manager? told her we could sit at table 4. The server said she'd be back to take our drink order. 20 minutes later we left. I was so disheartened. I'm not sure if the server was new, if it was a bad day; I dunno.
He took my order. I am not the lady that watches her family eat. Who does that?
My husband did not leave a tip. We have never done this before. We always leave a tip. Maybe we were burnt out by the day and the first restaurant, but really? My whole family ate, and you didn't bat an eye? I could have said something, but then there is the stigma of being an aggressive customer. Will my food be spat in? I was just sitting there politely hoping my food would arrive. I'll take partial blame. I could have told the new server and hoped my food would be ready when my family was done, and then awkwardly haggle over the bill. I'm just not sure. Here's to hoping to better food days!
I'm a not-for-profit worker that loves food, both healthy and indulgent. I've eaten the 12 egg omelette at Beth's Cafe: toast, hash browns, and all. Take that Adam Richman!