I am soon flying sfo-nan. Curious about the food menu. Thank you.

in a somewhat complex position. I currently work for one of the newer franchised pubs, meaning I’m not directly employed by Wetherspoons, but it is in every sense a Wetherspoons. We use literally all the same equipment, furniture, app, menu, documents, mylearning is the same too, but we don’t have myjdw, or employee numbers. I’ve worked in another proper spoons for a year and now this franchise spoons for the past year, but as I’m a uni student I’m going home for the summer. I’ve been in contact with the manager for my local spoons and he seems happy to have me, but also seems to be under the impression I can transfer over, but my manager at uni thinks not. Nobody seems sure, but I imagine at the end it will surely be not right? AsI’m not technically employed by spoons and have no contract signed with them.
1) does anyone know if this is the case.
2) how else can I go about this situation? I’m not sure exactly what to say to the manager at my home pub, I’d essentially be asking them to create a job for me, would they be able to create a fixed term role, or even one where I could return for Christmas/Easter too? It’s a very busy city centre pub with loads of staff, and I’m plenty experienced in kitchen, bar and floor so I wouldn’t need training. I’m just worried it’s more effort than it’s worth for them.
Any insight from a manager side?

Hungry Canterbury University students win bid for more food The Press (archive.is)

“Does anyone have food? Some people are super hungry.”That’s a text message often sent between University of Canterbury students staying in student accommodation after dark, when dinner time has finished - where second servings have not been allowed.University Hall has 561 student residents living in its fully catered facility providing breakfast, lunch and dinner. It costs between $400-500 a week depending on the type of room, which is between $18,000 to $21,000 annually for the semester year.Hungry students, some who stashed food in their rooms and others who have lost weight, have successfully appealed to serve their own portion sizes in a bid for more kai.A two-week trial of a self-serve buffet began on Monday.For breakfast there’s cereals, toast, yoghurt and fruits on the menu that students can help themselves to. It’s engineering student Sam Wright’s favourite meal of the day, because “you can have as much as you want”.

I can't seem to find this information online! Also, can anyone who has been there lately tell me the approximate price?

This sub helped a lot in planning for our trip to Paris with our 6 year old twins. I thought I'd share my experience in case it woudl be helpful for others.
We booked an apartment in the 14th, away from the busier city center, but still easy to access much of the city; within 30 minutes by metro. A friend used to live nearby so I was familiar with the neighborhood and new it would be a good place for the kids, with lots of parks within walking distance. It was a lot cheaper than something similar in a more central neighborhood and met our needs nicely.
Our general plan was not to try to pack too much in to any given day. We passed on the museums this trip and focussed more on seeing the city and eating out.
We mostly ate near the apartment, except for lunches. Breakfast each day was at a bakery nearby. We found one we all enjoyed, that had a lovely terrace and went back daily.
Highlights:

• Our son loves soccer. We carried a ball in a backpack everywhere we went. He got to play soccer with lots of local kids and had an absolute blast.
• Our daughter loves sweets. She enjoyed dessert with every meal and looking into the bakeries around the city. Pistachio eclairs were her favorite.
• We had lunch at Chalet des Iles at the Bois de Boulogne and at the restaurant in the Jardin de Plantes. Both had kids menus and food that was a step up for the us.
• My daughter asking me to dance with her on the steps of the Sacre Coure. My heart melted.
• Jardin d'Acclimation. We all enjoyed it more than Disney. Way cheaper, easier to get to and tastier food options.
• Lunch at Le Plomb du Cantal - Truffade is one of my favorite foods :)
• Date night - We have a friend that lives locally that watched the kids one night.

What worked well for us:

• Lots of park time! If we went to see something that the kids weren't as interested in, we followed it up with some park time. Some mornings or afternoons, we just hung out at the park. We picked up some baked goods, a sandwhich or salad, got a coffee and chilled in a beautiful park, drinking nice coffee and having wonderful snacks.
• Taking it super slow. We let the kids sleep in (they woke up around 8:30).
• Our French is very rudimentary. Hellos, thank yous, pleases and a handful of phrases. We taught the kids to say a few things as well. Most people quickly switched to English. Everyone was extremely welcoming.
• Quick dinners with the kids. After a long day out, we ate early most nights and got the kids to bed close to their normal bed times.
• Every restaurant had a limited kids menu. Sometimes just one or two options. One of the kids will eat anything and loves trying new foods. The other is super picky. They both did very well. Sometimes we ordered a few items a la carte if the kids menu didn't fit their tastes. At home we have them eat what we do, so they get used to a variety, we were far less strict on the trip and let them choose what sounded good to them. They loved that part!
• Train rides everywhere. They enjoyed the experience of riding the metro and RER.
• Navigo Decouverte passes for everyone made travel around the region super simple and cost effective
• Sketchbooks and crayons in the backpack to keep the kids busy at restaurants. They enjoy eating out but max out at about an hour. Many meals took longer than that and having somethign to do heped a lot.
• Cheese from the farmers market: I got a freezer bag from Picard to bring back some amazing cheeses.

Things that we did that the kids didn't really enjoy:

• The Eiffel Tower - The lines were long. We reserved tickets and it still took us about 70 minutes to get to the elevator. The kids didn't care much about the view, though we enjoyed it.
• Beataux Mouche - I thought it would be a hit. But it was a total bust for the kids.

We'd been to Paris before and didn't feel the need to try to see much. Our goal was for the kids to see a bit of the world that is different than our US suburb, try some new foods and hopefully instill a love of travel in them. The kids absolutely loved it and we so enjoyed watching them enjoy the trip.

PART 1

“Don’t touch!” Abe commanded, slapping Max’s hand away. They were both bent over at the waist, admiring.
“Sorry, it’s just… so… what is it?”
“I call it the Alchemic Thaumaturgator.”
“Of course you do. Is that because you couldn’t think of anything simpler, or you just liked the way it rolls off the tongue?” Max smirked.
“Mmm, it’s a work in progress.” He flung a sideways glare at him.
“Sure. So what is one of these?”
“It’s complicated and delicate and to be honest it’s a bit of a mystery, even to me.”
“Right.” There was a moment of silence as they continued scrutinising.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Abe murmured, almost to himself.
“I mean, yeah, of course….”
“Don’t look at me like that, I can’t tell you what I don’t know!” Abe stood up and let out a disgruntled huff.
“Hmm. Well, it’s confusing enough to give you nausea just looking at it so I’m sure they’d love it as an offering for the Nobel Prize, especially with a name like ‘Alcomic Thordy-whatsit.’”
“Well, maybe, if it gets that far. I nearly broke it last week, which is why I’m telling you,” Abe stood up straighter, one hand on his hip and the other pointed firmly at Max, “to strictly to keep your curious hands to yourself, ok? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t necessary.”
“Ok ok, I won’t touch it. But really, it looks like it should be in a museum somewhere. Or a Cabinet of Curiosities...”
“Little good would it do in either of those places.” Abe turned to Max and clasped both his hands in his own. “Listen, you are my closest friend and this thing is very important to me. I wouldn’t leave it with you if I didn’t think you were perfectly capable of safeguarding it, so please don’t worry, I know it’s in good hands.”
“If you really think I’m up to it?”
“I do.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment!” Max threw his arms in the air in a sarcastic show of tah-dah! “Go forth, oh Knight of Overly-Complex Science, go do what you have to do and I’ll keep an eye on this beast for you. Shove it on the table and I’ll look after it and Will Not Touch It.”
Abe looked put out, but comically so. “Is that really what you think I sound like?” He laughed. “I’ll put it over here, then. Get in touch if you need me, any time. You have my contacts?”
“I do…” Max fumbled around his pockets. “They’re… here. Got them right here.”
“Good. In which case I’ll leave you to your own devices. See you soon, and thank you.”
“See you soon.”
“Take care. Oh, one more thing. If you talk to it, it talks back.” Abe shut the door behind himself.

***

“So, you’re an Alchronic Thormome… grater? Doesn’t sound right… So tell me, what is one of them?” Max stared at the thing, perplexed.
It reminded him of what the love-child would be between a glass roller coaster and a steampunk jellyfish, though it bore absolutely no resemblance at all to a jellyfish, and fascinated him far more than that nature documentary he had been watching last week ever could. Jellyfish bobbing around and being brainless and boring, and when they weren’t they were stinging people to death and getting eaten by turtles. Even the name is boring. Jelly. Fish. Like those squidgy, dry-goo kids toys that you’re supposed to throw at the window but gets hair stuck to it when it falls on the carpet. Yuck.
Which was weird, considering this monstrosity he had been tasked with looking after was definitely the most interesting and intricate and pretty thing he had probably ever clapped eyes on. It had a heaviness to it, a purpose. And it felt like it was watching him.
Better steer clear for a while. It looks weird, he had been told things that absolutely made it sound weird and to be honest, it frightened him a little.
He wasn’t usually one to be afraid. Hell, he’d always been the brawn of his sturdy group of friends, right since he was a kid. He had worked his way up the proverbial ladder and had been widely recognised as the guy you don’t screw with at his school, though he wasn’t particularly proud of how he got there, (there had been a lot of fights behind the bike sheds and nicked sandwiches under the threat of blackmail at lunch). But he had forgotten all that and settled himself into being the relatively good-looking, popular, flirtatious guy who did a moderately average job in the eyes of his colleagues and had a moderate measure of success with the ladies.
Made no sense then that this contraption he had been lumbered with for a stint had shaken him by its sheer solidness on his front room table. It seemed to be unmovable in its presence, though it was light as a feather when it had been brought in and that fact in itself threw him because how can something that looked so substantial weigh that little? His bloody breakfast weighed more!
“What the hell are you?” Max wondered out loud.
He sat and stared at the thing for the longest time, watching to see if it would move. Only the sparkly inner swirled. Nothing more. It gave him the feeling of lying on the bottom of the ocean, staring at the sun beams though the surface until it started to fade. His eyes stared to fade. His mind went blank. He was being sucked down a long, dark tunnel of still water by his chest, he was sinking and swimming and becoming the empty space around him, it seemed he could feel the particles in the air as they vibrated and resounded in his ears, felt himself being blinded…
Max blinked and snapped back into the room, found himself standing in front of the machine. The studded brass bands holding the tubes together rotated slowly, silently.
Yeah, there’s something not right about that thing. Something unnatural.
Slowly backing out of the room and trying very hard not to show the Alcolic Thormatador… Thermanter… the thing that it was making him uncomfortable, he sidled through the doorway and into the hall. Yeah, that thing is just plain wrong.
In the corridor he paused, tried to laugh at himself.
This thing is just metal and glass and sparkly water, he thought. It doesn’t have the brainpower to understand that I feel some kind of way about it and even if it did, what is it going to do? It’s an invention, a machine and nothing more and machines are made by people, made by my friend, so what the hell is there to be afraid of?
He reached the kitchen, surprised at his own existential awareness that seemed to come quite fluidly, which was most unlike him. Maybe he was getting soft in the head. He heard that happened at a certain time of life but that phenomenon would be a bit premature. He wasn’t much past his third decade, thank you very much!
Max filled a mug from the water boiler and threw in a teabag and a few sugars. He squeezed the bag against the side of the mug until the dregs started dropping, plapped it in the sink and poured in milk. He stirred his tea well, just as always, but now the clinking of the mug took on an added layer of comfort when he knew what was in the front room. He wasn’t in a dark tunnel where he couldn’t do anything but watch, he was in his own kitchen that he had had rebuilt last year. He picked out the worktops and cupboards, he chose the shiny silver appliances, he bought the gourmet herbs and put them on the window sill, slightly over-watered and flooding their drip trays until they almost overflowed. He was in his own kitchen, familiar down to the millimetre, and solid. Nothing could touch him here.
No, he thought, it’s just an invention. A thing.
He put the spoon down with certainty on the worktop and squared his shoulders: he marched down the hall towards the front room with his tea in his left hand and the right balled up into a fist. He paused for a second outside the door. No sound.
This is my house, I won’t be intimidated in my own damned house.
He rounded the corner, planted his feet wide and glared hard at the thing.
“Look, I don’t know what you are,” he said to the machine, “but you don’t look dangerous. And seeing as we’re going to be spending some time together, I’m just going to ignore you and you can ignore me, ok? No making me feel like I’m being watched, no making me feel like I’m swimming around somewhere in space, no more weird stuff and I won’t put you in the loft. We’ll coexist in blissful harmony, like water and jellyfish.”
The Alchemic Thaumaturgator just sat there, glistening.
“Ok. Good. Fine.”
He grabbed the fern and the shamefully stunted lucky bamboo (that damned plant his cat was always rubbing his face on) that were perched next to the door and shoved them onto the table in front of the machine, mostly obscuring it from view. Better.
Max backed up and sat on the couch under the window, across the room from the table and that freakish unicorn turd of a contraption. He wrenched his eyes away for just long enough to put on the television and throw one final look over at the thing on his table, searching for it amongst the foliage. It hadn’t moved. It just sat there. He gestured at it rudely with a slightly shaking hand.
The soothing sound of the narrator drew him back into his TV and another nature documentary, this time about the great apes of the rainforests of Western Africa. This was much more interesting. He swivelled sideways in his chair to face the screen directly, sipping away at his tea.
“See,” he said towards the table, “this is exactly what…”
He glanced back and promptly fell out of his chair. His tea went flying as his mug thudded to the floor in an all too under-dramatic fashion compared to what his adrenaline was doing.
The thing was lighting up! It was glowing! Only a little bit but it was actually putting out light!
“Jeez!” Max shouted at it from the floor. “What is that? How is that happening? What is it doing? Stop it! Stop it!”
He scrambled around, on his hands and knees and still on the floor, trying to shut off the sounds of viciously shaken branches and primates howling at each other. The screen mercifully emitted a heavy click and fell into blackness as the remote fell to the floor. In the resounding silence of the room it was just Max, his adrenaline-fuelled breathing and the glass machine.
He stared at it. It absolutely was staring at him, even from between the leaves, there was no doubt, the liquid in the middle was pooling and somehow gathering at the front of the tubes facing the room. The glowing light had already started to fade and the liquid lost concentration and dispersed again, slowly swirling around in all its glittery glory, just as it had before.
Max was still splayed out on the floor, his breathing struggling to return to normal. He stood up and flattened himself shakily against the wall.
“What just happened?” he muttered under his breath. “What the hell was that…”
The thing looked at him, ‘nothing to see here,’ it said, feigning innocence.
“Whatever you are, just stay the hell away from me!” Max shouted at the machine as skirted around the walls until he got to the doorway. The door was ajar but, because his eyes were fixed in horror at the fragments of the machine that were exposed from within the plants, he bumped backwards into the door, nudging it closed and clicking it shut. Fumbling for the handle he tried to wrench it open, only to find the handle in his hand, horrifyingly detached.
He was stuck in there with it.
Panic flooded his body. A sharp twist in his gut and sweat poured from every millimetre of his skin and a faint whine emitted from his mouth.
Deep breaths, he told himself. Deep breaths, you can figure this out. It can’t hurt you, so just sit down and figure it out.
He sat himself back on the sofa, pushing it further back and rucking up the rug into waves in front of him with his feet. Never had he been so afraid of an inanimate object before. Spiders, yes. The open ocean, yes. Heights, yes. But this?
He sat staring at it, filtering his brain through his usual coping processes. He couldn’t beat it, like he had done in school. He couldn’t charm it, like he had done at the office…
“It’s an elaborate Newton’s Cradle, for Christ’s sake! A fancy-man’s Rubik’s cube!” he told himself. “Some science experiment that a five year old could have done. Yeah, I bet he just put some glow stick stuff in the water and mixed it up and told me it’s real to scare me. It doesn’t even look that bad.” He stood up and took a hesitant half step towards it on quavering knees and reluctant feet, fighting the ‘flight’. “See? Can’t hurt me.”
Max blinked. The thing hadn’t even moved. What was so scary about it anyway? The glowing? It was probably the reflection off the TV. He moved the plants from in front of it with outstretched arms and stepped back as far as he could go.
“I’m going to call you Ruth,” he said, getting bold and pointing at it, “because Alcoholic Thermo… whatever is just ridiculous. Ok? And Ruth was my grandma’s name, and I liked her, she was safe as houses.” Sure, his grandma had died of an embolism nearly ten years ago, but he wasn’t going to admit that to this thing that he didn’t even know what an embolism was. Ruth was a safe name and the familiarity was comforting.
He felt the liquid moving towards the front of the glass again, shimmering and pulling him in. He felt his fear spike, then dissolve. It couldn’t hurt him. He was safe. He was in control.
“I think it was mean of him to call you something so ridiculous. But I suppose if he’s going to go for the Nobel Prize they like that kind of thing, don’t they?” He half laughed, took another step towards it. “Those competitions are always stupid though, nobody ever comes up with anything really new, it’s not like they’ve invented hovercraft cars or machines that can take you on holidays to the afterlife, is it?” He had nearly reached the table now. The tubes were glowing a little still and he could see something moving in there. His curiosity peaked over the top of his fear and had a good look at the prospect of getting closer. Curiosity decided to get closer.
Max leaned down, hands on knees, and stared into the ever-moving swirls that flowed through the glass tubing. Arms extended to their full defensive stance, he gently nudged the plants out of the way and took a good look at Ruth. He remembered his friend saying something about studs and elements.
“Hey, there they are! I didn’t see these before! So those… those are elements? Are they elements?” He asked the glass, dumbfoundedly pointing at the stuff he had assumed was glitter but now wasn’t half as sure. He had never seen elements before…
Ripples glowed in the liquid: it had heard him. They moved closer and were warming now, somehow.
“No way!” Max exclaimed, his mouth hanging open. So this is what Abe had meant! “It’s not possible! It’s not real! Is it real? Are you real?” He asked. “Of course you’re real, you’re sitting on my table! Ha! What a stupid question Max. So, if I ask you a question, are you gonna answer me, huh?”
The glass glittered at him, but nothing else.
“Ok, are you alive?”
Nothing.
“Hmph. Maybe it was a trick of the light.”
No answer.
Max flopped into the sofa, his brows furrowed at Ruth.
He found himself talking to himself, trying to dispel the weird energy that his friend’s invention had brought with it.
“This thing is strange. He said if I talk to it then it responds, but I asked it a question and it doesn’t do anything, but when I was watching that monkey progr…”
He stopped short.
“Yeah! Let’s shove that chimp documentary back on, shall we?”
Click, the screen shot into life of every colour of the rainforest, the howls echoing around the room. But Max didn’t watch the TV, he had his eyes firmly fixed on Ruth, remote still in hand in front of her, waiting expectantly.
Nothing. Dammit. Just the glittery same as glittery before.
Max tried not to let the tidal wave of disappointment wash him away. Maybe it wasn’t the show. Maybe it was a prank, a trick of the light after all.
Max bent to put the remote on the arm of the sofa. The light from the TV shone onto the table and Ruth crescendoed into life and started throwing out beams of light that looked like the solar flares he had seen on that awful show about space and rocks and stuff he wasn’t in the least bit interested in but had watched anyway.
But he had figured out the key: he was standing in between Ruth and the screen and his shadow had been overcasting the table! Ruth needed a full view to do… that thing… whatever it was that she was doing with the light.
Ping, pong, ping, pong, his eyes went between Ruth and the monkeys sailing through the trees by their ridiculously long arms, right up until the credits started rolling and she faded to a faint glow again. She still glittered but it wasn’t the same. She definitely needed encouragement. Inspiration, if you will.
Max flicked across through each channel, watching Ruth closely for any changes (of which there were none,) tock, tock, tock went the remote until he found a different channel, one that was obviously designed for people with limited imagination, because wow, even he can outpace the monotonous nasal narrator and he didn’t consider himself a particularly clever man! He wasn’t stupid either, but on the last one when they started to explain what a bacteria is he had lost his rag and shouted at the screen a bit.
“Everyone knows what a bloody bacteria is!” he had yelled. “Tell me something I don’t know, yeesh! Whoever said these documentaries were supposed to be informative obviously hadn’t got two brain cells to run together.” But the cinematography was nice. Lots of nature-looking things to watch, the natural world an’ all.
This time it was about walruses. All flopping around on the sea shore, getting sunburned and jabbing at each other with their overgrown chompers. He had seen this one before, it wasn’t as patronising as the others. Predictably narrated, yes, but not patronising.
He turned up the volume and spun round to look at Ruth.
She was throwing out flares again, hundreds of short wisps!
And just to test the theory, he tocked across onto the menu screen and selected a random game show that he had never heard of. True to form, Ruth dimmed back to her uninspired state of simple glitteritude.
“AHA! I knew it! You’re a sucker for the nature channel too! Aha! Ahahaha!”
Max threw up his arms in celebration, the remote going flying, cheering into the emptiness of the room. Empty, except for him and this thing which apparently had a liking for chimps and sunburnt sea mammals.
Damn, this thing is incredible, he thought. Why the hell, how the hell does it…?
He sat, flabbergasted, mouth agape.
Suddenly he jumped up, scrabbling around behind the sofa trying to find the remote again, where is it where is it where is it…
He flicked the volume up and down and Ruth still put out light. She shone and shone, the beauty!
He started singing to her, “shine on, you crazy diamond!”
She seemed to like that, too.

I’m just trying to get a sense for how competitive I’ll be applying into anesthesiology advanced positions as a graduating peds resident. I have no idea what to expect in my particular situation, like whether having completed this residency is an advantage or not. I’m switching over as my professional goals have changed. To be clear, I’ll be a board certified pediatrician before I start anesthesiology residency.
I’m sorry if this is an annoying post - I know on paper my stats are solid, but I know that anesthesiology has gotten very competitive, and probably even more so since I’m applying into advanced spots. I’m also sort of geographically tied to the coast, and the only programs around me are highly ranked, like mostly top 10-20. So I’m just wondering if I have a shot at those or should expect to have to move.
Here are my stats:

• Upper / mid tier MD program, I think in top 30. At a top 10 peds program now
• Step 1 ~260, Step 2 ~270, Step 3 ~250
• AOA, graduated with distinction in topmost quartile
• Honored majority of core rotations, rest high pass
• Longitudinal volunteer experiences through college, med school, and residency, including a prestigious award / grant. Founded a couple service orgs.
• Miscellaneous teaching / mentorship activities
• 2 pubs (not first author)
• Currently PI on an ongoing project, no pubs yet
• 5 poster presentations (4 research related, 1 case report)
• Presented 2 morning conferences, 2 lunch conferences, participated in a grand rounds
• Strong evals to date and anticipate good letters
• Have only done one anesthesia rotation as an elective in med school. Got a good eval, but it wasn’t a sub-I. I don’t have any room in my schedule to do any more anesthesia rotations before applying. I do think I’ll be able to get a letter from an anesthesiologist at my current hospital though

What do yall think? Anyone with similar experience? Or are there any resources I could check out? I emailed my med school advisor but no reply yet.
Thanks in advance

Hi i hope this is the right sub. So my school lunches are really bland, especially potatoes and such, and i cant really put up with it because in result of them feeding me the same bland lunches every 2 week, ive grown to hate some food. I need some advice on something that i could take with me to improve the taste a little, a long with salt. Thank you for your help!
Edit : u/purpleWomat asked about examples of lunches, copying the reply here
*Sure, ill copy the lunches from the menu, the only thing is i had to translate them from slovene. Its also noted that they make everything with at least possible spices? Condiments? So most pupils can eat the lunches.
Calf ragout and samolins dumpling
Pea soup, mashed potatoes and chicken skewers
Trout (they call it Trieste style trout) and potatoes(probably mashed not sure) with vegetables
Meat rissoto (this one is decently good)
Then there is also pasulj which translates to beans, but it sure isnt beans
These are from this week, they like putting potatoes and rice with a lot of things, and they mainly put chicken with sometimes there being pork and meatballs that are made with mistery meat
Just adding salt will be a big improvement since they dont salt much*

My girlfriend and I are driving down this week from Dallas, so realistically I’m expecting us to get into SA around 9:30ish, maybe later.
Last time we came down we had great suggestions of spots to go, but it was also earlier in the day, and the spot we went to we walked in pretty late and were the last diners to leave.
That being said, I’m hoping to find a more late-night friendly spot this time around. Open to all cuisines; pubs with a good menu, or anything that’ll have the kitchen open around 9:30/10PM on a Friday.
Thanks!

Ok so I’ve come here to ask you guys what you think of this and how much you think I should have been charged.
So went to a local spar at lunch today and ordered a chicken fillet roll with coleslaw. Their menu have the chicken fillet roll starting at 2.99 and the deli menu says extra salad items 50c
Basic maths to me 2.99 +.50 = 3.49. I mean I know I had not had 1 cup of coffee this morning but I didn’t think my maths was that bad (I work in accounts so hopefully my maths skills aren’t too bad 😂)
When I got it I was charged 3.89 now still a good price but from where I’m standing it’s overcharged according to their own menu boards. So I question this with the server and she said I don’t make the prices that’s just how they are. Ok I said so who do I talk to them to sort this out.
After a few minutes she finally gets a manger to come and talk to me. And when i was waiting I asked a few others in the queue and they all agreed with me.
The manager proceeded to tell me that the hot deli salad items are a different price list to the cold deli salad item as the chicken fillet roll is a special offer. I pointed at the boards above the deli counter and said well it doesn’t say that up there and it’s confusing that the extra salad item would be a different price for coleslaw depending on hot or cold sandwich. I mean it’s the same thing that I’m added to the roll. She said that the price up on the board was for cold sandwiches only. When I pointed out again that the board only states deli and not cold deli she practically told me that I was being a bit thick (not actually said but very much implied) that deli only mean cold deli.
After explaining to her well plenty of others agreed with me she said I was wrong and that anyone adding items to a roll would always ask the price first. I called BS on that one saying I had never heard anyone ask how much extra salad would be but she just kept her very rude stance. I gave up handed back the roll and walked out.
I know that’s it’s only 40cents difference but it adds up and I still can’t work out how the coleslaw costs more just because I bought hot chicken instead of the cold one.
So question is knowing the above what price do you think should have been charged?
Also I did post originally in the Dublin sub.
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Ok so I’ve come here to ask you guys what you think of this and how much you think I should have been charged.
So went to a local spar at lunch today and ordered a chicken fillet roll with coleslaw. Their menu have the chicken fillet roll starting at 2.99 and the deli menu says extra salad items 50c
Basic maths to me 2.99 +.50 = 3.49. I mean I know I had not had 1 cup of coffee this morning but I didn’t think my maths was that bad (I work in accounts so hopefully my maths skills aren’t too bad 😂)
When I got it I was charged 3.89 now still a good price but from where I’m standing it’s overcharged according to their own menu boards. So I question this with the server and she said I don’t make the prices that’s just how they are. Ok I said so who do I talk to them to sort this out.
After a few minutes she finally gets a manger to come and talk to me. And when i was waiting I asked a few others in the queue and they all agreed with me.
The manager proceeded to tell me that the hot deli salad items are a different price list to the cold deli salad item as the chicken fillet roll is a special offer. I pointed at the boards above the deli counter and said well it doesn’t say that up there and it’s confusing that the extra salad item would be a different price for coleslaw depending on hot or cold sandwich. I mean it’s the same thing that I’m added to the roll. She said that the price up on the board was for cold sandwiches only. When I pointed out again that the board only states deli and not cold deli she practically told me that I was being a bit thick (not actually said but very much implied) that deli only mean cold deli.
After explaining to her well plenty of others agreed with me she said I was wrong and that anyone adding items to a roll would always ask the price first. I called BS on that one saying I had never heard anyone ask how much extra salad would be but she just kept her very rude stance. I gave up handed back the roll and walked out.
I know that’s it’s only 40cents difference but it adds up and I still can’t work out how the coleslaw costs more just because I bought hot chicken instead of the cold one.
So question is knowing the above what price do you think should have been charged?
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I work at a restaurant and more than once I've seen dates where the guy ordered waaaaaaaay too much food for the both of them. Like double the appetizers and three mains. I just work there, not the manager or anything, but I can see it's food for 4 people, rather than 2. I kind of hint by saying 'You guys must be hungry! Shall we just put through these items first?'
Guess he's trying to impress her. Does it though?
Another time, there were two girls that ordered nearly every set lunch menu item, waited until everything arrived, filmed it on their phones and took maybe two bites from each dish. Most probably was for social media.
And most of the time, they don't ask for the leftovers to go. They still pay the bill, and sometimes tip me.
I don't think it's a culture thing, because I've seen all sorts of people do this.