And the Worst Waiter Award Goes TO. . .

Last night Kimmy chose P.F. Changs for her birthday dinner of choice. Amazingly, the wait was only 20-30 minutes. A modern day birthday miracle in Provo on a Saturday night. After about 10 minutes at our table, I realized why there wasn't a wait. . .Mr. P.F. Chang himself hired the biggest idiot waiter on the planet. I think his name was Jack. His list of waiter faux pas is beyond belief. First of all, he was too excited, arrogant, and self-righteous. Secondly, he was showing off for his trainee--whom he introduced as Napoleon Dynamite. Thirdly, he questioned everything we ordered. At one point, he made Laura feel like a common criminal for ordering a chicken salad. Eric finally broke when JackAss (which is what we now not-so-affectionately call him) questioned his garlic noodle decision for the third time. Needless to say, I think he was afraid of our table at that point. He kept his distance for the rest of the evening.

My only hope is that Napoleon learned "what not to do" from his trainee--THE Jackass.