Headed to opening day baseball at Chase Field later today so I decided to stop at Teeter House for lunch. But had such a poor encounter that I am sitting next door at Rose and Crown sipping a Firestone IPA instead.
I arrive prior to Teeter's opening and watch the long line across the street at Bianco slowly fill in. I am standing at front door of Teeter looking through glass window, waiting patiently. I have all day. First pitch is in five hours.
At 11:05, the server opens the deadbolt. She doesn't open the door for me. She doesn't greet me. So I open the door for myself and watch her walk into the kitchen. Why I rode this one out, I don't understand.
She returns from the kitchen and glares at me. (I asked, if I could get a table for one. I am the only customer in the building.)
She grabs a menu and sits me in the corner of the front room. She asks if I time to look at menu. Umm, yes.
She returns a minute later and I ask if they have a drink menu. She answers yes. She doesn't offer the drink menu, just standing in front of table icy. I ask her if I can see the menu. She grumpily goes to get a drink menu.
As she walks away I tell her, "I get the feeling I am putting you out."
She coldly says, "You're fine."
I tell I think I am going to do something else.
She says, OK.
I can't remember the last time I have had such uncaring service.
It bothered her to have a customer to wait on and I don't understand why.