I walked out of Red Robin today.
It was before we had even sat down, so it’s not as dramatic as that may sound. I was a bit stressed to begin with since we tried to go to the new Chick-Fil-A but it was absolutely full. We decided to go to Red Robin instead. They weren’t that crowded but Joe didn’t get a chance to ask for a booth. And of course they took us to one of those rows of tables with the bench on one side of the table and a chair on the other and a foot between tables. And he led us to a table that was between two occupied tables. I’m sure they have reasons for doing that involving zones and servers and such but with other empty booths (and tables) nearby I was surprised.
And so I just freaked out. I didn’t want to sit in the chair and with my full skirt and bulky winter coat, I wasn’t sure I could fit through the gap in the table without sticking my butt in their food. Plus, it felt like all the people sitting nearby were watching me. I also didn’t want to eat with two people I didn’t know each sitting a foot away from me. I did it once before there and I hated it and swore never again. It was after that time that I told Joe to always ask for a booth. The person who seated us left before we had a chance to ask for a different place to sit and so I walked out. The whole incident made me feel like crying and I didn’t want to do it in the restaurant. I waited till I was out the door.