A few weeks ago, I wrote about some of the life lessons my parents taught me as a child growing up. At that time, I promised to share more. So today, here is another one. Do not send food back or “curse” the people who serve your food. (As a side note, you should not curse other people, period.) The reason for this should be obvious. But, just in case it is not, you are in a very vulnerable position when you depend on someone else to prepare and serve your food. So, it is very unwise to upset anyone who handles your food.
My father put it this way. You are either going to eat the food or you are going to curse the people but you can’t do both. So, if you find the food or the service so poor that you cannot help yourself and you feel that you must make a scene about it, then plan to eat someplace else. If you choose to remain, you may get more than you expected.
Similarly, chefs/cooks consider themselves to be artists and you offend them when you send their food back. So, if the food is not to your liking, leave and get some take out on the way home, but don’t send it back.
In either case, if you send the food back, you do so at your own risk. To be clear, I am NOT saying that everyone in the food service business is out to get you if you have a complaint. However, I have heard many stories over the years that have proven my parents’ point. So, when it comes to your food, err on the side of caution.
Here is a story I remember from my childhood. I was 10 years old and my family went to a pizza place for lunch. My parents both ordered the fried chicken. I looked at them and wondered why. Why would you order chicken at the pizza place? When our order arrived at the table, my mother bit into her chicken and blood ran from it. It was cooked on the outside and raw on the inside.
Naturally, my parents were extremely upset so they called the waitress and showed her. She offered my mother another serving of chicken. Now, why would she want another serving of chicken if the first serving was undercooked? Understandably, this just made my parents more upset. They said “No!” in unison, followed by “Come children, we are leaving.” So, from the age of 10, I came to another conclusion. Don’t order a secondary item from a restaurant that specializes in one thing.