During my first and only fina cycle, I went to a five star restaurant for Valentine's Day. Nothing went right from the time we ordered drinks till the time we took the last bite of our entree. I was steaming inside, but i kept my cool. I told my girl i was going to talk to the manager, and that it would be best if she just went to the bathroom for a while. I was furious inside, burning up, but keeping a calm exterior. I called the manager over, and calmly explained to him what had happened throughout the course of the meal. I told him that I could go to any Applebee's on a Friday night and get better food and better service than i got in his $60 a plate establishment. I then handed him my card, looked him right in the eye, and said, "I wouldn't dream of not paying because I'm a gentleman, but you will never receive the patronage of me or anyone I know that lives in the city for as long as you are in business."
He saw the look in my eyes, and probably smelled the testosterone coming out of my pores. He returned to the table with an apology, a $100 gift certificate, and he didn't charge me for the meal. I was so proud of myself for keeping cool that I could have shit in the parking lot, there was a big smile on my face for the rest of the night.