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.
