So last night, I went to Quartino's in Chicago for dinner with my boyfriend. It is generally a great restaurant - since it is close to our apartment, has good small plate selections and fabulous affordable wine selections. Well last night, we went there for a late dinner, and I used their bathroom for the first (and last!) time. I was greeted when I walked in by a woman who barked number two, number two. Not sure who or what she was referring to, I quickly looked around until I realized she was talking to me and referring to stall number "two". When I left the stall to wash my hands, I was once again greeted by a drill sergeant command and instructed on which sink I had to use to wash my hands - umm wtf!?!?!. When she handed me the towel to dry my hands, I fled from the bathroom as fast as I could never to return.
So...needless to say I didn't tip. Should I have? This incident made me think about other times I have been caught in this situation, although ones that are a little less blatantly awkward. I don't blame the attendants (except maybe this one - she just made me uncomfortable), since I am sure they are mainly working for tips. But why do trendy restaurants and bars feel the need to staff their bathrooms with attendants? Does anyone actually like this supposed service?
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Wow, that's ridiculous that they'd pay somebody to be a bathroom drill sergeant. I wonder how someone would describe that job on a resume...
Here's my question: do women's bathrooms really have couches and magazines, like in an episode of The Office I saw 2 weeks ago?
I don't like that "service." To me, it's on the same level as pushy salespeople when you go shopping. You just want to do your business, pardon the pun, and get the hell out. Actually, I take that back. It's not on the same level, it's more invasive. And who think's it's a good idea to yell out "number two! number two!" in a BATHROOM, anyway?! My goodness. lol. Guess it would be convienient to be in the bathroom when it happened, though... I'd probably pee myself in laughter.
yes, I'm from New England. :o)
did the attendant at Quartino's have a full spread of crap like most attendants at bars? I've always been curious where those fragrance samples, blow pops, stale gum, and cigarettes come from. My guess is some dumpster within a few block radius.
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