I’ve seen this on several different blogs. So why am I also posting it? So I can reprint my comment from American Digest on my own blog (I’m doing too much commenting on other peoples sites lately and not enough on my own).
Except if you walk out without paying, you are not a customer.
You are a thief.
James Chu who runs the SO restaurant in San Francisco had it with such deadbeats. He told Channel 7 that people have become too hard to please. It began when a customer refused to pay because he was displeased with the meal.
“The second guy came up to me and said, ‘The rule is, if we don’t like it we don’t have to pay.’ And as he walked out he started cursing at me and that’s when I went poof,” James Chu told the TV station.
He shut down and posted the sign. He later re-opened it with a sign that said: “We work hard to please everyone, but we know we can’t. So if you’re hard to please, please just turn around and go somewhere else. Thanks!”
If I ever go to San Francisco, I am looking that restaurant up. I like MSG. All food is organic. And IDGAF about gluten, one way or another.
So in the week after my father died I was taking my mother and aunt out to eat. They didn’t feel like cooking and on that night neither did I. (though I planned to smoke two chickens for them the next day)
We ended up in little Chinese restaurant that we hadn’t been in before. The oldest Chinese waiter in the world came over to take our order.
My mother said, “They have Lemon Chicken on the menu, I love Lemon Chicken! That’s what I’ll have.”
(Have you ever seen a person with a lot of wrinkles on their face frown? It gets hard to spot where their mouth went.)
The waiter spoke. “NO! No Lemon Chicken!”.
“You are out of Lemon Chicken?” I asked.
“No Lemon Chicken to eat here!”, he replied,”If you want Lemon Chicken you get to-go. No eat here!”.
“Huh?”, I responded brilliantly.
“We cook Lemon Chicken, customer complain about the Lemon Chicken, so we no serve Lemon Chicken here. We don’t want to hear you complain about Lemon Chicken here. Lemon Chicken only to-go!”. “I give you more time look at menu, but No Lemon Chicken”, and then he walked away.
After a stunned moment we all broke out in laughter, deep barking sounds on my part as I dealt with other emotions I’d been keeping bottled up. I remember that laugh, I needed that laugh. To this day all that is needed to provoke a smile or a grin in the family is to said the words, “No Lemon Chicken”.
PS; The next day I smoked those chickens and while I went inside to check my email (or something, I don’t really remember) somehow an ember from the smoker got out and started a fire on the deck. Thanks to the broken fire hydrant, that was the day my house burned down. So you might say, being refused Lemon Chicken was the high point of my week.