While we're on the subject of restaurant service, I thought I'd share an experience my girlfriend Wendy had recently. In her own words, from her Facebook page:
While dining out tonight, I motioned our server away from his ongoing chat with the host at the host stand, and asked if he could bring lemon to our table. He obliged, and returned to the table holding one pitiful, sad, desiccated lemon wedge ... between his thumb and forefinger.
Care to share some of your more memorable service horror stories? We'd love to hear 'em! And what else is on your mind?