Scarlet and i have eaten there before. The food is tasty, the seating is comfortable, the room is bright and cheery, the parking is plentiful and free (of course, it's Tucson, so the parking is almost always free.)
We met at 1 and waited for our table by the window to be free We sat. We chatted. We looked around. We chatted and looked some more. At a certain point, we began to wonder if we had become invisible.
The tables around us had water and drinks. We, arriving earlier, had nothing.
The water arrived, eventually. Scarlet's bottled water took two more trips past our table before the waiter could be flagged down and queried.
He didn't seem to understand our order, although we weren't substituting anything for what the chef had prepared. Scarlet didn't want croutons. It was a long and anxious experience.... made more onerous by the fact that I was starving.
We ate. We grew old waiting for our check, and even older waiting for it to be collected and returned. The bill was split down the middle. We hovered our pens over the tip line - To Insure Prompt Service..... hmmm.... that ship had left the harbor early on in our experience. Would I feel better with an extra dollar in my pocket rather than adding it to his tip? Should I reinforce bad behavior? Will he even notice?
Yes, first world problems, but I have to think that I am not alone in my quandary. Am I?