Try to think of a restaurant venue that brandishes all of the following amaranthine service praxes that we have come to love:
– Features singing and dancing wait staff every thirty minutes during primetime.
– Serves your ketchup in a smiley-face.
– Creates grilled-to-order hand-pressed hamburgers alongside hand-dipped real ice cream milkshakes.
– Features table-side jukeboxes and free nickles from service staff.
And finally,
– TWIRLS YOUR STRAWS!
Of course, the establishment in question is Lake Forest, CA based “Johnny Rockets” and any desultory reader of this blog should have figured out that a Meltdown in service has occurred on more than one occasion with the twirling of straws. First, let’s be clear; Rockets does not produce the most consistent or appetizing food and must make up for this shortfall with quirky service lagniappes (term inserted for our Southern readers). Second, these perks are both common and expected by all guests who visit the venue a second time or further.
Case in point:
From Rocket’s Guest Promise:
OUR GUEST PROMISE:
- Say “hello” and offer a smile to every Guest we see.
- Serve the freshest, highest quality simple All-American fare.
- Cheerfully serve Guests promptly in a sparkling clean restaurant.
- Dance, twirl straws and serve ketchup with a smile.
- Handle Guest needs right here and now.
Also, please view Rocket’s desperately platudinous and low-budget flash animation that proudly flaunts all of the above italicized “promises.”
The hopes and dreams of the VP involved in delivering this promise came crashing down when Exquisite Service visited the [new but already] tired Rockets on 20th and Pennsylvania NW in Washington, DC.
Twirling Straws? WTF?
If you’ve made it this far through this particular blog entry without storming off to your aging Webster’s in an attempt to discredit the author’s use of terminology that doesn’t even appear in your most vivid chimeras, then you should be aware of what the act of “Twirling Straws” is… but just in case your Monocle is a bit Foggy from last night’s escapades, let us draw it out for you:
Now, obviously the staff does not remove the entire device from the container like these untrained gentlemen do. In addition, the actual “twirl” occurs as one lifts the straw plunger slowly out of the container, gently twisting (or twirling) it to allow the straws to fall into place neatly and uniformly. One does not simply plunge the device up and down in an obscenely grotesque manner (all the while filming his indecency) as demonstrated in the video above.
The story continues.
May we present, The 2000 Pennsylvania Ave NW Johnny Rocket’s Straw Twirl:
A MELTDOWN of epic proportions.
With some text overlay, this photo could actually make it onto the Fail Blog, it’s just that horrendous. So what exactly is going on here and why are the straws failing to fan and twirl? Clearly, the straws are individually wrapped in plastic and thus have become too bulky, too long, and too intertwined to properly “fan out;” instead they remain in a solid vertical column which neither provides the aesthetic effect we’re looking for nor enables the signature “twirl” to take place. Upon interrogating the manager as to the reason for this calamitous fail, he exclaims, “It’s Sanitary!”
True, individually wrapped straws are more sanitary than loose straws but come on… they’re in a closed jar! How bad can it be?
The issue in which we are now presented forces a debate that may never be resolved. Is this a Memory or a Meltdown? Has the staff of this Johnny Rocket’s been proactive in preventing our imminent demise from surface-based pathogens? Or are they just robbing us that service lagniappe we’ve come to expect?
The answer is not up for debate. The staff here are fools to think that the burgers keep guests coming back for more. IT’S THE STRAWS, STUPID! Let us have our beloved “twirl!”
No Whales at the Dinner Table.
Posted in Meltdowns with tags comment card, sea world, service, shamu, shamu rocks backstage dinner on 17 July 2008 by claysochaNo cold dead fish for me, thanks though.
A trip to any Anheuser-Busch Park is not complete without participating in a dinner “show.” As far-fetched as it sounds, the “Shamu Rocks Backstage Dinner” is one such “show” that needs attention. I actually had got a nice warm feeling in my lower region when a comment card arrived at the finale of our extravagant repast. Imagine my complete consternation when I flip the presumably anonymous card over to reveal none other than my table number! Pictured below is the front of the comment card.
This next photo shows the reverse of the comment card. One can see the surreptitiously placed “39” in the upper left corner of the rear document (the reverse of the comment card). In the foreground is my seating assignment which was hastily written on a piece of Shamu Rocks scrap paper. If I may bird-walk for a moment here… The scrap paper was used in lieu of a card with blank lines – much like my locker assignment – because they didn’t have my party on the reservation sheet; an apparent ‘oversight’ on behalf of the hostess. Around here we categorize such oversights as “Meltdowns.”
Of course, I went through quite the shilly-shally when deciding what to put on the card. After all, a gentleman’s American Express is one of his most prized assets; an object of lust for an otherwise monogenic, cheap society, the number could be easily abused by an infuriated Host after reading my endless criticisms of food, service, and whales.
Overall, the show was not worthy of a repeat visit. I noted on the comment card that the whales do more tricks behaviors during the Breakfast with Shamu experience. An appreciated thought is including two frosty beers in the price of the dinner; unappreciated is the manager who approached me at the end of my meal with the creme de la creme of closing announcements, “Sir, you’re going to have to leave, I need to secure the area.”
MELTDOWN. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have no doubt that SeaWorld will get their comeuppance eventually, but to help them along the way I have attached a photo of a seating chart inadvertently left out for all to see. Readers of SOES should request only the best seats and insist on excellence. The poolside tables are the ones closest to the words “Shamu Rox!” while my table (39) was on the 2nd tier to the left. Remember to contribute your experiences to the site so we can relive them.
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