"So how'd you feel about comping me two of 'em?"
Two of the six mini-burgers the dude just scarfed down at Cascadia
Barkeep demurs. "Let me know next time, I'll order them rare." Keeps his cool.
Us, on the next stool, we're in the dude's face. Comp two bucks worth of bar snacks? "You're an embarrassment to the neighborhood," we say.
"Ten seconds, I'm going to lose my patience," sez the dude. Nine, eight, seven.

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Well, that's Belltown for ya..
Well, that's Belltown for ya..
Yeah, but a jerk's a jerk no matter what the nabe.
I'm so glad I don't work in the restaurant industry anymore...
Barkeep had a nice comeback, and I hope those remaining burgers stuck in the dude's hypocritical throat. The idea of demanding a comp for an "inedible" meal (which, by the sounds of it he intended to finish anyway - BTW, did he?) is just so overtly lame and uncouth.