He gets fussy. AGAIN. Like somehow I attracted the fussiness.
If the law of attraction IS at work, please I can also do with holidays and lotsa spending money, thanks 😉
But anyway. My gratitude for today comes not from his fussiness, but rather what came out of it. Because we went out to dinner in Mornington tonight, just doing what we’ve been doing the last month or so of Saturdays… enjoying our family time together and keeping it low-key.
All was good, up until our meals arrived at the table.
It wasn’t cooked medium… it was well done.
Ohhh, the HORROR!
Now, let me give you some backstory. The last time we were at this restaurant the same thing happened, and the steak he had ordered then was well overdone too. Even his Mum who had been with us, had agreed – and when a European lady tells you your steak is overdone, you are going to believe her. They eat their meat practically charred.
Back then, they fixed it. Hubbie gave them the benefit of the doubt, and hoped that it was a once-off. Surely it wouldn’t happen again…
So when it did happen again, he was fuming. He didn’t want to tell them though – embarrassing enough as it was that it had happened again… he didn’t want to look like that annoying customer that always finds something wrong with his meal… (hmmm?)
He sat, stewing, silent, vowing to never go there ever again. I sat across from him, the familiar scene playing out in front of me, as I ate my fish.
“You’ll be back here in 2 months.”
He didn’t find it humorous.
A waitress happened past our table, and asked how our meals were. I paused.
“Well, MINE is good…”
I looked at Hubbie. Deep breath. Here we go.
Hubbie was actually the perfect mix of both furious and polite. He told her he was very disappointed, while assuring her that he wasn’t having a go at her – it had just happened before and he felt let down.
I mean, this was serious stuff. He was a butcher! Do you know how seriously butcher’s take their meat…
He told her that he had not wanted to say anything, but while she was there, and asking him, well…
She said she would get it fixed, but he was just over it. He just wanted to eat what he could, scrap off the char from the top, and go home. He didn’t want to make a fuss.
Soon, the boss man came.
(I noted it was the same guy from last time, but Hubbie had since shaved off his beard and so luckily he may not have noticed us!)
He was absolutely brilliant. He assured Hubbie that he shouldn’t feel bad about complaining – the reason they asked their diners how their meals were going, was to see if everything was up to scratch. Boss man said he would get him another medium-cooked steak. In fact, they had one ready to go any minute.
True to his word, boss man brought over a brand spanking new pink-in-the-middle steak within minutes. And about 10 or so later –
Yep. ALL GONE.
I was actually thoroughly impressed. They totally, had not given up on Hubbie. They were determined to make him happy, and went above and beyond in service and food to make sure he left a content man.
Instead of leaving the restaurant unfulfilled, they made sure he couldn’t say a peep as we exited the doors.
And he didn’t. They had done their job superbly. And I’m so grateful that they restored his faith in restaurant steaks, but also that we aren’t adding yet another establishment to the BANNED list.
Yep. Life of a Food Blogger and Fussy Butcher.