I'm normally to chicken to say anything. I will starve to death instead. lol.

But when we were in Southern California last week, I was so livid at a restraunt, that I had no problem complaining.

We were sat right away. Twenty minutes later (after lots of begging) we finally got waters. Then, we sat there for an hour waiting for them to take our orders. We asked two different waiters who both told us we weren't their table. Then finally, a waitress came and appologized, saying she didn't know it was her table. Then, we waited another forty minutes for our food. She never brought us our drinks that we ordered. We never got the bread that came with the salad. We had the wrong orders. She never showed her face to give us ketchup, salad dressing, ask if everything is ok, etc... Let alone if we wanted desert! We had to beg for our check. Forty minutes after we'd finished eating, we finally got our check. I would have walked out, but my grandmother was a little afraid of getting arrested. I was so mad by then. I insisted that she compensated our entire dinner. (Oh, BTW, the manager was on vacation.) At first she said no, but I wound up getting my way, and in exchange I left her a decent tip. She couldn't have possibly been that bad of a waitress...there had to be something going on that we couldn't see...maybe she had a bunch of tables across the restraunt or something. (Which BTW, I forgot to include that story in the vacation horror thread.)