There’s just something about all-you-can-eat restaurants!
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What Were They Even Thinking?
“I used to work at a fish and chips restaurant that had an ‘all-you-can-eat’ option, as well as all the other typical options. I wasn’t in school at the time so I worked a lot of day shifts. Maybe once every 2 weeks, we had this family come in, I kid you not, 15-20 people strong, depending on who shows up that week. They would constantly try to get the all-you-can-eat meal to share. They would order one kid all you can eat, for all the kids there, and they would order the adult one it wasn’t as if they weren’t familiar with the system, seeing as they came in so regularly. We would literally have to bring out the manager or owner every time they came in and would argue for much too long until they’d finally agree to order properly.
Then there is always the group of people who order 1 pop with a ridiculous amount of side cups. Of course, they were expecting that they could share one ‘bottomless’ pop with the whole table. No, sorry, doesn’t work that way.
My personal favorite was again at the fish and chips restaurant. it was a super lax job and none of us really cared too much, seeing as our boss was the worst, so we didn’t really care about people cheating too much. One Friday night, my coworkers and I were sitting at the staff table after finishing work. There is a group of guys sitting at one of the tables, eating their all-you-can-eat meal. They are bigger guys, which accounts for the mass amounts of food they are ordering, but they have been there for a while and we were just waiting for them to head out so we could close up the restaurant. One of my coworkers nudges me and I look over to see one of these guys putting the fish and chips into his shirt. Sure enough, that’s what they had been doing with the majority of their food. We were laughing at them (they hadn’t realized they’d been caught at that time) and trying to figure out where all that fish was going. Eventually, they leave and we look outside to see these guys, just ecstatic with their feat, stripping off their outer layers and displaying disgusting, grease-soaked, fish and chips-filled t-shirts tucked into their pants. That was a good night.
That last one would usually bother me but it was quite frankly pretty funny to watch. I’m not sure how appetizing that food would be, after having to ‘fish’ it out of your shirt. I wonder if they ended up eating it.”