I went to Phillipe's in Los Angeles today.
Got there and in line at 2:30PM. The place was packed!
A "cough" gentleman behind me in line was inching his way in front of me as if I didn't notice it. It wasn't worth a scene even though I was thinking bad things.
After 20 minutes in line he gave up for another line. I figured I was committed to the line that I was in so that's where I stayed. I've always had bad luck when changing lines.
The creep was all of a sudden in front of me. Then he was at the counter and I was still several people back. At fifty-five minutes I reached the counter. He was probably finished and on his way to cutting in front of someone else.
The counter person started my order and all of a sudden left to help someone in the back of my line! I waited for her return which was almost immediate. No reason to get steamed now.
Pork dip, cole slaw, pickle and a pickled egg. The sandwich does not come with the cole slaw inside. It's just bread and your meat of choice. I also added some of their sinus clearing mustard.
Anyway, I waited for fifty-five minutes! My mother waited on a hard wooden stool for that fifty-five minutes. Was I crazy? Would I do it again?
On the way home we passed by Pink's. The line wrapped around the building.
For Phillipe's I'd wait. For Pink's? No way!
What is your wait patience breaking point?
I always figured that if I figure in the amount of time it would take to get to another place, my meal probably would already have been finished.