A Tale of Two Restaurants

A Tale of Two Restaurants

Every once and a while

My love and I go out to eat.

We do not dine in high style,

A reasonable restaurant is more our beat.

One mostly a burger place,

The other southern border cuisine.

The first a fairly recent face.

The latter with well-tested corn, salsa, and bean.

Considering both with quality food,

Service reigns as the organized ship.

If servers to customers be rude,

We have the basis for leaving no tip.

Many visits went well,

Our 20% minimum thus exceeded.

But one day service went to hell,

And our 20% offering not needed.

Upon entering, we were placed at a booth.

I said, “No, I prefer over there that table.”

Silently she complied, it was her youth,

But for the servers to get our orders seemed unable.

After fifteen minutes waiting,

I began to shake and bake.

My patience grating,

From the premises we escape.

Then there is the other

So efficient and good,

No problems to bother

With, just good service and good food.

One wonders how that burger place thinks,

With poor service in this era.

Although both conduct business in our precinct,

We prefer to dine at Frontera’s.