BLT Restaurant: White Plains...Good Food With The Worst Service

I have never had a pleasant experience going in there. If it weren't for my love for steak, I would never go back. It seems like I am a glutton not only for red meat but for punishment, too. I have had drinks come after the appetizer hit the table, I have had meat completely well done even though I like medium-rare, bad oysters....blah blah blah. Every restaurant has its bad days, right? I am always forgiving of things like this because I get it. These things just happen...

What really got under my skin with this particular location was my last visit there....which I promise will be my last. It was a busy Saturday night and without a reservation (yeah, yeah, I know I should have known better) I asked if there was an opening for a table of two. The manager said it would be an hour. Fine. I head to the bar to drink my wait-time away and notice it was full. I forget to mention I have met this manager about ten times. I have been introduced to him, shook his hand and said my name OUT LOUD so many times, where I thought he was seriously joking that he doesn't remember me. The best part is that I was working right next door. As a matter of fact, when I working as a floor manager the week before at  my place, he came in and asked if we had branzino to spare because they had run out. I got it for him! ME! It was ME! I got him the DAMN BRANZINO.

A week later. I was a nobody. He didn't even smile like he maybe-kinda-sorta remembered me. Nada.

So back to this "busy" Saturday night. I put that in quotes because while I was waiting to see if I can find a seat at the bar, a regular walks in says hello to about five other people mingling around the host desk and the manager raises his hands with joy, says the regulars name out loud and asks "do you need a table...DO THE FIVE OF YOU WANT TO SIT?!?!???" Mr. Regular declines and says he is just passing thru and wanted to say hello.

I know regulars get priority but did this guy really have to do it right in front of me? It was so rude that I just couldn't get over it...obviously since I am writing about it. I was just asking for a table of two. We wouldn't have take up as much as space as five and I am a blonde standing over six feet tall in my boots on this night....you can't miss me! I gave him branzino! How do you not remember the tall blonde who worked next door to you for over a year??

Sorry, BLT in White Plains...but thats the last time I walk in there.

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