Today Opie said his brother (the one that owns F.H. Rileys located on 400 New York Ave in the heart of Huntington Village) has enough horror stories about what happens to customers that piss off their servers to write a book about it. Here's mine. I used to work in a nice steakhouse in a popular (but older) hotel on the Strip in Las Vegas. I used to see a lot of pretty ugly stuff on a regular basis. I wasn't GENERALLY the type of server that would engage in these shenanigans, but will admit that a few times customers really crossed the line and had a "juicier" steak because of it. A customer would really have to go over the top to get the treatment though. I never did it to people that did typical things like sending food back, were lousy tippers, or even just running me ragged. The vast majority of servers I've worked with were mostly the same in that respect. Anyway, we used to wait on the management and Pit Bosses from the casino since we were the bet place to eat (and it's free for them). Mind you, only the top-level bosses were allowed to eat there, the rest had to eat in the coffee shop or employee cafeteria. This one guy was a total prick to wait on. Always wanted to show everyone that he was a top dog. We always had to do special things that ranged from having to go to the other in-house restaurants for items we didn't have and other "Creating my own Menu" type shit. He was a really good tipper though which is rare for customers of his ilk. We worked a two person team system there where one person works the front and handles drinks, the check, etc. and the back person is responsible for the actual bringing out of the food. So this pit boss comes in, and the guy that's working the back has to run over to the coffee shop because he wanted something weird like cottage cheese or something. When he gets back he's pissed since the cooks over there hassled him because he had forgotten the food transfer slip. It's a cup of cottage cheese, not a freaking live maine lobster. He serves the cottage cheese but the pit boss doesn't even touch it and said he had changed his mind to the front server who stupidly tells her back man. This sends him into a rage and as he's taking out the guy's special order thousand island salad I watch him spit into the guy's salad. Now this wasn't just your ordinary spit. He did the ol' snort-clear throat-hock LOOGIE and I can still remember seeing it in almost slow-motion flipping end over end into this guy's salad as he walks by me. I wait a couple seconds and just before the server's walking into the dining room I yell, "Dude!" He quickly does a 180 and comes back to where I'm standing and we talk it over and he finally agrees that that was a bit much. He puts it in the empty bus tub and goes back and makes a new one that only gets a light spray. But now for the gross part. His partner was this chick that kind of had a crush on him but he had a girlfriend and didn't really like her that much anyway. I go back into the kitchen after tending to my tables and she's picking at the salad in the bus tub. Nothing else was in the tub so it was clean and all. I couldn't tell her what she was eating because I think it's one of those things that you'd rather not know and I just tell her that table so and so needs her. So then I dump the salad into the trash. We actually became pretty good friends and told her about it a couple of years later after backman had quit and went to work at another hotel. She thanked me for not telling her about it at the time. Hint: Be kind to your server if he looks like he works out but is a little older and you're at a dinner show in Vegas. Especially if horses are involved.