When I get treated poorly in the service industry, I am not one to keep it to myself. In this case, I blog.

A few of us went to Jungle Jim’s on George Street after partying for St. Patrick’s Day for a bite to eat. We were seated to a table and Ryan joked about Kristin’s water being just short of “hurled” at her when her drink was brought to her. We started to fill out a comments card as a ruse and began adding things to it as our experience progressed. Not sure what happened to that card in the end.
Just after we all received our drinks, water started dripping on our table from the ceiling. Turned out a toilet overflowed in the washroom upstairs. Toilet water was dripping on us. It landed on our table and splashed in our drinks.
One server jumped in right away and placed a pail under the dripping water as if she was prepared for these types of occurances. When the water stopped the manager came over and asked us if we wanted to move to a smaller table and we decided that as long as the table was cleaned we would rather stay at one that fit our numbers.
Our drinks, still fresh with toilet water, remained on our table for over 10 minutes before our server returned. He didn’t even check in on us when the water hit. In fact, when he did replace our drinks, it wasn’t because he came to us, it was because I called out to him at the bar after becoming frustrated from waiting for new drinks.
Our food was brought out and laid on our table with some serviettes and the server was gone again. Now we were left with food and no cuttlery. Sam took it upon herself to grab us cuttery from the host stand after about 15 minutes of eating.
We finally saw our server again when we were finishing our meal. He asked us if we were ready for our bills and started preparing full-price bills. Kristin spoke up and questioned why we were getting full-price bills after our service and explained our situation. He offered us the staff discount, which was also pretty shameful (as in it wasn’t very much).
Then we paid. When it got to me, I just happened to tell the person ringing us in, who wasn’t our server, how pitiful our service was and he called over the manager for us. Rather than sympathize, he argued with us. We said the service wasn’t great and gave our examples, and he just kept repeating that this type of service wasn’t typical of that server.
We didn’t care if that service wasn’t typical! We care d about how we were treated!
In the end he offered us a couple of coupons to encourage us to return, but Kristin was still sick from being covered in toilet water and that didn’t seem appealing to her.
When we were concluding Ryan asked for the coupons and the manager arrogantly said, “She doesn’t seem to want coupons,” pointing at Kristin. That final comment was really not necessary.
It wasn’t a very nice experience overall, though I do admit the food was good, so good job cooks. Maybe your colleagues could learn a thing or two from you.
After doing a search for “Jungle Jim’s on George Street” (Mar 16th, 2009) I foundĀ this article as the second result on Google.
Rants
George Street, Jungle Jims, Poor service