JB's Screwed me!

I was in JB’s having lunch and perhaps killing some time (I know, I know. Richfield + JB’s… listen to some Lynyrd Skynyrd and you’d have the white trash Trifecta).

Anyway, I ordered a club sandwich, mostly because that seems like an easy order and let’s face it—I am not too trusting of the chef staff at JB’s. The waitress was nice enough. She looked like she had been through the ringer. But I wasn’t there to judge; I was there to enjoy a nice lunch and possibly kill some time.

Well. My meal came fairly promptly and the nice waitress asked if I would require anything else to enhance my dining experience. Okay, she didn’t say it like that. I am paraphrasing to make it seem she wasn’t from Richfield. I said, “Yes, if it’s not too much trouble, can I get a side of tartar sauce?” You know, for my fries.

“Sure thing, sugar buns!” she said and sauntered off. Okay, there I wasn’t paraphrasing. This woman is obviously born and bred right here in Richfield.

A short time passes and she brings me back a white-ish substance. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and thanked her for her extra endeavor. After she had gone, I decided enough time had passed and it was now time to dip a fry into my tartar sauce. I would soon to learn to distrust JB’s, women and Richfield, all in one fail swoop.

This was not tartar sauce. It was ranch. Gross! Who dips their fries in ranch? Honestly? Well, I was understandably beside myself with anger. When the woman arrived to check on my dining experience, I told her of her mistake. She defended herself by saying, “That’s what you ordered.”

Now there’s trouble in River City!

I explained that I don’t order ranch—ever! Even when I get a salad I usually find myself leaning to vinaigrette or a nice pesto-based Parmigiano-Reggiano. I never order ranch! Never.

Long story short, I was not given tartar sauce or an apology. Even more vexing was that the “side” dish was not taken off my bill. This sets a very dangerous precedent! The purchase of salad alone could send Richfield into a complete tailspin! The restaurant business could suffer because of the negative hopes of an entire citizenry.