The wife and I went to our local Japanese Steakhouse for dinner last night and they sat this Karen at the grill shortly after we sat down. To my Philadelphia raised ear, she was straight out of NJ.

She was complaining before she even sat down about the restaurant being too cold. The first words out of her mouth to the server was that she likes a lot of garlic in her food and went on and on about the server telling the chef that she want extra garlic in her food. I swear she brought up garlic in her food over 2 dozen times. She also wanted more salt on her food, this was before the food even came off the grill.

She had chicken and told the chef to not over cook it. (he actually asked her if she wanted the chicken medium rare, I don’t think she picked up on the insult) when he was about to pull the chicken off, she told him she wanted more garlic on it so he put some more garlic butter on it and let it melt for another minute. She also complained that the noodles didn’t have any flavor.

After the chef finishes all the food, cleans the grill, made his goodbyes, and leaves, she waits for the server to get back and complains that the chicken is over cooked and she can’t even chew it. When she started in on the server demanding "what are you going to do about this" I really considered backhanding her right out of her chair.

I did get passive aggressive throughout the meal. I never spoke to her but made a point of complimenting the chef. Our food was in fact, cooked perfectly. We go there because while it is pricey, the quality is always top notch. My scallops were cooked perfect. I think she was getting irritated with me raving about everything he put on my plate.

We left as they were cooking her ner new chicken in the kitchen. I’m sure she ate it but complained until they took the charge off. We stopped on the way out to let a manager know the the chef did a wonderful job and the food was awesome. Walking out to the car my wife made the observation that the 2 kids about 3-4 years old at the table with their mom were better behaved the Karen was.

I felt pretty good about it on the way home. It makes you realize how good your life is when you see someone whose life is so pathetically miserable that they have to try and bring down everyone else in order to make themselves feel better. It also explains why she was there alone.

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Originally posted by SpinZone:


After the chef finishes all the food, cleans the grill, made his goodbyes, and leaves, she waits for the server to get back and complains that the chicken is over cooked and she can’t even chew it. When she started in on the server demanding "what are you going to do about this"

She was trying to scam the restaurant into comping her meal, that's what.

I would have asked to be moved or just left in the first 5 minutes of this BS.

Happened to me last night, same exact situation, just not a Japanese steakhouse. Fat foodies are something else. You want all your got damn that got damn specific, cook it yourself and take your fat ass home to do it.

I had this happen on aircraft once as well. There was a screaming child the entire flight. All 8 hours and 15 minutes of the direct flight. This child would scream at the top of its lungs and I don’t know how the child wasn’t hoarse by the end of the flight. The parents didn’t care one iota, especially Mom/Karen. The stewardesses did the best they could but the main one was wore out. On this long ass flight I routinely will pick a portion of the flight to go stand in the back of the plane where all the drinks, coffee, snacks, food, etc are. And I volunteer to work so I can just stand back there. If they need a sliding tray pulled out to get x or y item I do it for them. They are usually very appreciative, offer to make me fresh coffee and get me anything I want. So that same stewardess comes back to the rear of the aircraft and says something to the effect of “That’s why they invented birth control”. She was red in the face at dealing with this situation as many other passengers were bitching about the ridiculous screaming and they were all irritated. Whole section of the plane was fuming. Well this Karen/Chad couple sitting in the last row of the plane heard it. And when we landed they made a point to stop and complain about these words being said to the Captain. They started going on and on, trying to get this woman in trouble. You know everyone has a bad day and she was just venting. She obviously didn’t want the child dead, or anything like this. So I’m behind Karen and I, like you, went out of my way to tell the Captain how well all the staff did on the plane dealing with this irate child and I backed the stewardess up, big time. This really pissed off the Karen, she was livid, but they continued off the plane. I hugged the stewardess and told them all what outstanding service they offered dealing with this maniac flight. Captain shook my hand, and the stewardess said silently “Thank you so much”.

And yeah I wish we could backhand these Karens right across their faces. They need it. They always seem to have some enabler husband that is a big wet pussy because they refuse to step in and correct the behavior. None of us want to deal with it.

We were on a flight from MIA to AVL and there was a screaming child behind us who was kicking my seat non stop.
I turned around and asked the mother to please have her child stop. You would have thought I was asking to have their leg cut off. She barked at me telling me that her child was free to express herself and that I should ignore it. Fortunately a FA heard he conversation and told the mother that if she didn’t control her child they would be forced to deplane. ( this was before we left obviously).

The mother tried to push back but the FA held her ground and gave her a line in the sand… she agreed and the flight was non eventful until we were deplaning when the mother just gave me the dirtiest look imaginable but I just smiled and carried on, thanking the crew on the way off the plane.

If this is the kind of place where the food is cooked right in front of you, I'd be careful about antagonizing a Japanese chef. They wield a mean pair of ginsus.

I was once at a house party of about 10 couples where one of the young couples asshole kids were running amok. They kept playing with some fragile keepsakes even after mom said no-no repeatedly. Obviously the young kids didn’t know what that phrase meant because they continued to screw with these items. I was pissed and had drank a few beers when, in a loud voice, I said “You can discipline those little brads now or wait until they do it in prison.” That silenced the room instantly. It did get the job done.

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Originally posted by mcrimm:
I was once at a house party of about 10 couples where one of the young couples asshole kids were running amok. They kept playing with some fragile keepsakes even after mom said no-no repeatedly. Obviously the young kids didn’t know what that phrase meant because they continued to screw with these items. I was pissed and had drank a few beers when, in a loud voice, I said “You can discipline those little brads now or wait until they do it in prison.” That silenced the room instantly. It did get the job done.

I’d give a you Daniel Webster cigar.