Or to put it bluntly, what pisses the hell out of hospitality professionals
- Announcing they’re bloggers or critics the moment they get in the door. Especially when don’t know jack-shit and act all Amuse-Douche like.
- Attention grabbing fake allergies. One customer came in and said they were allergic to garlic. I say ‘then don’t go to an Italian restaurant’
- Nursing their solitary beer or cup of joe for hours on end, mooching off the free wifi
- Getting boisterously drunk
- Treats waiters like 3rd class citizens, acting like they are about to be married to Prince William
- Splitting a bowl of soup, salad or sandwich for two
- In Manila, it’s the bodyguards they bring. Occupying other tables and not ordering anything
- Asks for non fat, decaf, artificially sweetened cappuccino to go with her slice of Black Forest cake
- Asks to speak to the chef in the midst of dinner service. On a Friday night. When the kitchen is deep in the weeds
- Showing up 30 minutes late for a reservation. On a Friday night. Expecting a table ready
- Leaving their valuables such as a DSLR camera displayed on the table, then blames the wait staff when it gets nicked
- Utters the words “Do you know who I am?!”. Obviously not, buddy. You are given the same VIP treatment as everybody else
- Finishing two thirds of the meal before complaining, then wanting it written off the check.