“Wait staff who don’t write down my order.”
Clue for said wait staff: Any admiration you might engender in me with your ability to “remember” my order at the table is totally trumped by my having to eat a cajun shrimp po’ boy instead of the Cuban pork sandwich I ordered. Save the showmanship for 1/2-price wine night, when no one gives a care if they’ve been given shiraz instead of malbec.
I’m not going to name the restaurant that’s employing the most recent offender, I’ll only say that its address is 126 E. Washington St.
Shoddy!