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10 girlfriends and I went to this place for our annual holiday get-together. When the women on our side of the table ordered our entrees, including filet mignon, pasta, and fish, the waiter responded, ""Would you like house or Caesar salad?"" Surprised that a salad came with the entree, I responded, ""Caesar, please."" I don't normally order salads at restaurants, as I don't like to pay for cold food that I can make at home. When the food arrived, the waiter had charged us all $8 each per salad. Incredulous, I told the waiter, ""None of the women on this side of the table had any idea that these weren't part of the meal."" His response: ""I'll get the manager."" Interesting. Instead of saying, ""I'm sorry, I believe I said, 'Would you like to ADD a salad"" - he says, ""Let me get the manager."" Let me preface all of this by saying that this waiter had spent at least 15 minutes of his time taking numerous photos of our table, insisting on different poses and taking oodles of time flirting with mothers, mostly in their late thirties and forties. I realized immediately that this was all to disguise his ""padding"" the bill. The manager came over and heard my objection. His response: ""Did you read the menu?' As if to say, ""If you had read the salad section of the menu, you would have seen that we charge for salads."" I, of course, no dummy, say, ""That's nice. I don't EVER read the salad section - that's not what I'm here for. I did not order a salad - the waiter offered me one. I don't like the sneakiness of it, and I'm not paying for my salad."" Instead of apologizing for the miscommunication, and eating the $2 cost of the whole table's salads, the manager actually argued with me.
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