“How is everything?” the waiter asks you three bites into your over-cooked pork chop. You choose courtesy over honesty, muster a phony smile and continue eating. You’re disappointed in your meal and the staff thinks you’re happy.
Sending food back in a restaurant is considered gauche but it’s not nearly as obnoxious to waitstaff as people think. Most servers are more irritated by passive-agressive guests who hide their dissatisfaction than those who are forthcoming about it.
Knowing how to properly send food back in a restaurant is a gentle tango. Here are some guidelines that will help make the transaction go more smoothly:
Avoid using language that lays blame on the kitchen or the server:
“Is this supposed to be burnt like this?”
“I wanted it Medium. This is totally raw.”
“I thought you said the sauce was going to be on the side?”
Avoid making broad statements or speaking in hyperbole:
“This is waaaaaay too salty!”
“This is so spicy it’s LITERALLY burning my mouth.”
“Would you eat this??”
Never suggest to the server that he try your food or that the chef taste it to confirm what you perceive to be wrong. We are professionals, you are not. Offering us your half-eaten food is a sure-fire way to send the negotiation into a tailspin.
Try to communicate to the server in simple language what is wrong and what you’d like instead. Be as specific as possible. Ideally, phrase your concerns in question form. Making statements can sound presumptuous and will likely be misinterpreted. Don’t forget that the server is the only advocate for your needs in the kitchen, so it’s unwise to sour this relationship if you want results.
Here are a few examples of more productive ways of returning food:
“I’m sorry but this dish isn’t what I expected. Would it be possible to order something else?”
“Do you think they could cook this a little longer? The middle is too rare for me.”
“Would it take long to make another salad? I’m sorry… this one has too much dressing for my taste.”
No one who works in a restaurant ever wants you to be disappointed with your food. It makes our lives much easier when you’re satisfied. As servers, though, we have no control over the quality of what comes out of the kitchen. Miscommunications will sometimes result in your food coming out incorrectly, but don’t make assumptions. If something is wrong with your food, the staff can’t correct it unless you speak up. It’s inconvenient, we know, but at the end of the day it’s just food and it’s not the end of the world if something is wrong with it.
Restaurant reviews, like movie reviews, can make or break the commercial ambitions of their subjects. Highly anticipated openings in the culinary world are usually followed by a parade of media hype and scrutiny. “Review season”—as we affectionately refer to it—is a stressful time. Influential food critics arrive with their scorecards the moment we open for business—their mugshots plastered to the kitchen line and wait-stations like wanted criminals. We understand that major periodicals have a responsibility to their readers who are hungry for the skinny… but why the rush?
Most major news outlets with a commitment to covering culinary arts will file a review within the first three months of a restaurant’s infancy. Critics risk being perceived as out of touch if they are slow to weigh in. But new restaurants are like toddlers that need time to shed their baby fat; they must learn to crawl before they can walk or—in the most hyped cases—learn to fly up to their lofty expectations.
The unfortunate result is that many restaurants with real ambition never get a chance to grow into adulthood without judgement already having been passed. In most cases, if the quality of a new restaurant improves after review season has ended, it will happen without much recognition from the press. With as many technological advances in mobile communication it’s puzzling that a critic’s views would not evolve over time. Is it really fair to file one definitive review based on a few early experiences and be done with it? Isn’t this akin to reviewing a piece of theater based on the quality of its dress rehearsals?
Restaurants are complicated ecosystems with a lot of moving parts. We make it look easy when the machine is well-oiled but the choreography isn’t as easy as it looks. Like a sports team, it takes time to develop chemistry. Expecting immediate success in the restaurant’s first year is no more realistic than a winning season in a new franchise’s first year in a pro sport. It takes time to fine-tune systems, to get individuals with diverse levels of experience to act in concert. Why do so many new restaurants prefer a “soft opening” where they can assure themselves of greater control of the elements with minimal fanfare?
In sports as in restaurants, assuming that a team that loses its first few games can’t turn things around and win a championship is a mistake. But most new restaurants don’t have this luxury after their review season has ended. For the ones that begin to pull things together and start firing on all cylinders, sadly, it may be too late. The book on them has already been written and closed with very little chance of changing the narrative.
The flip side is that many restaurants flourish in the early going, are showered with accolades, then take their eyes off the prize and decline. After a string of positive reviews, many restaurateurs use the press as a springboard for new projects while the older ones are set to auto-pilot. But while this occurs, it’s unusual for a critic to risk embarrassment by revoking his stars or periodicals to issue revisions to their earlier praises.
As consumers we have a very short attention span and so we rely on simple metrics for evaluating restaurants. Perhaps it harkens back to the days of potty training, but we’ve unanimously embraced the star system as the de facto measure of success or failure. It’s not about a memorable dish or a knowledgable staff, it’s about how many stars you have pinned to your lapel.
Ultimately, the current system ignores the complexity of a restaurant’s development. It is a living organism and diners should learn to be more forgiving of its formative years. Over time, should an adolescent restaurant turn into a tempestuous brat or a defiant teenager, it should answer for the quality of its performance and be subject to reassessment.
Perhaps this is why services like Yelp have become so popular—the crowd-sourced feedback loop is much more efficient. Of course, Yelp has its drawbacks, too, but its success represents a sea change in the way diners get information about restaurants. The traditional food media should recognize this and stop fumbling over each other to get the scoop and start worrying about serving up a better dish.
Restaurant work, though occasionally economically rewarding, is toxic to an individual’s psychological health. It’s no wonder that so many of us in the service industry become raging alcoholics. How else can we maintain our sanity? With daily exposure to people’s eccentricities–like social workers–we intimately deal with the worst human behavior imaginable. To survive, we’re forced to develop coping mechanisms. There are stealth ways we can exercise our power to dominate guests who refuse to play by our rules. Here are a few of our favorite tactics and the affectionate names by which we refer to them:
The Penalty Box – It is impossible to order your own food in a restaurant that has table service. You don’t know how to use the computer system, so it’s not in your best interest to be overly dismissive of a waiter earnestly trying to take your order. We are the gatekeepers. If you give us the dust-off one too many times, we may be forced to put you in “The Penalty Box.” Your table will now sit on a deserted island until you realize that you will not be fed without our participation. This usually results in your panicking and flailing your arms around until you can get our attention. We will return to the table when you have had enough time to realize the error of your ways.
The Irish Polka – We desperately need your table back for a later reservation but you insist on nursing the last drops of your bottle of wine. Eventually, we give up trying to be nice and just drop the check without waiting for you to ask. Of course you’re still oblivious, yammering on and on to your friends about something you read in The New Yorker. We know you haven’t submitted a credit card yet but we send a shill over to the table to ask if he can process your card. “You’re not ready yet?? Whoops!” We call this “The Irish Polka.” It’s a clumsy dance where somebody’s toes are always getting stepped on. Sorry… but it’s time to go.
The Cropduster – Drawing the ire of a server can have negative consequences that may be invisible to the naked eye. One of the ways an angry waiter may seek retribution for your insubordination will be to repeatedly send his comrades by your table to “Cropdust” the area, or, in waiter terms, walk past your table repeatedly passing gas. You better hope we didn’t have chili for family meal.