Get your wrapper out of my coffee, you dirty vegetarian

Time after time, I venture to a very certain downtown vegetarian restaurant and am usually repulsed- by both the things found in my food, and the waitstaff's attitude.

First of all, I can't bear to tell you all that I have found in my food there, but if you insist-- I guess I will. Candy wrappers in my coffee, paper in my omelet, a bug in my salad. Just to name a few. And these are all non-fiction claims, I promise.

A couple months ago, my family and I went there for the first time in months. I had been craving their (apparently updated and not so yummy) yam fries, so I ordered them with my sandwich. Our boring and rude waitress brought me regular fries. When I extremely politely reminded her that I had actually ordered yam fries she rolled her eyes and said "uh well that'll cost extra..." AS IF I HADN'T ORDERED THEM ORIGINALLY. I told her that yes, I knew that, because I had ordered them. She did another (not so impressive) eye roll and walked away to fetch my fries. Fifteen minutes later, as I finished my mediocre sandwich, boring and rude waitress came by to tell me my yam fries would be out in a minute. I told her that I was actually full and done with my dinner, so that would not be necessary. I'll let you guess what she did with her face next.
As she walked away, I wanted to scream "tip her nothing daddy!" but alas, I did not. With so much attitude in that place, someone's gotta make up for the lack of manners.

My waitress today, who apparently did not have a name because she did not introduce herself as we customarily do in this world, was a disaster. Not only was she a little yucky, but she got all of our orders wrong, too. Usually I don't mind when halfwits screw up orders if they posses manners and social skills. Nameless, however, did not. She apologized (which I'm telling you, was really really sweet!), proceeded to bring out the food that we actually did order (minus half of the things we actually ordered-- but we let that slide), and then was not very friendly. REALLY? If I had that well-paid job, I would turn up the sweet way more than necessary and go out of my way to be friendly. She did not.

Perhaps the waitstaff is all taking that memory loss medication that my doctor so kindly recommends. Good for them! I, on the other hand have a stellar memory and am really good at being fake. Too bad I am not employed here.

Also, please note that I may or may not be a vegetarian too, and am not repulsed by all of us. Only these bizarros.