Let me set this scene for you...
My husband and I used to LOVE Jardin...but the service, food and staff seems to have gone down hill.
...and if that wasn't enough...read this little diddy about hoe they almost ruined my 5 year olds birthday...
SCENE: Leander, TX - March 4, 2009 - Our first child turns 5 today!
My fist baby girl turns five. She is excited because she gets to pick any restaurant she wants for dinner! She chooses JARDIN DEL REY. My husband and I are shocked - I was fully prepared for a night at Chuck E Cheese...but it's her birthday...and I can get a margarita...so everyone's happy.
The dinner goes well, my husband, our 1 year old, the birthday girl and Aunt Pammy are all there - it's a fun night (minus the 1 year old teething).
Dinner is through, and I turn to the 'not-so-outgoing-and-friendly' waiter who has been serving us all night and I ask "Hey do you guys have any cake or anything...it's her birthday." I am pointing proudly to my big girl!
The waiter responds something I am sure is in English, I look at him questioningly and he nods...so I assume that meant yes...
Soon after I hear the tell-tale sound of spoons and clapping, knowing they intend to march to the table to sing to her. Internally I cringe a little, my 5 year old is extremely shy and I know this will almost send her over the edge, but the parade has begun so I figure, she'll get through it...and of course she buries her face behind Aunt Pammy. We all sing and I am smiling at her, thinking this might be special when she thinks back on it...Job well done Mom!!
The crew leaves after the song is over - and not so friendly waiter just stands there...
A few awkward moments of my husband and I trying to convince my daughter no one is staring anymore and coax her out of Aunt Pammy's back...
My husband and I look to the waiter wondering why he is hovering, and I notice he has a napkin in his hand...I think " oh how sweet - he must have a little mint or treat for her". I put on my consoling mommy voice and say to my hiding 5 year old - "Honey, look up sweetheart...he brought you a surprise..."
Huge innocent blue eyes finally appear, I nod my head in encouragement as she shows her face finally...
The waiter then smashes the napkin in her face and she is covered in whipped cream.
I'll just let that sink in...
Yes - she is now covered in whipped cream.
It's in her eyes, in her nose, all over her face and she is now screaming and crying in fright. I shove my sister out of the way (sorry Pam) and mommy-protection mode kicks in....I am in shock. I immediately begin wiping the cream out of her eyes, wiping her tears and telling her it's OK. I am ignoring my 1 year old who is now screaming - thankfully Aunt Pammy picks her up to calm her down...and I think my husband is still in shock - teetering between attacking the waiter and paying the bill just so we can get out.
We finally get out of the restaurant - as she is exclaiming " I don't ever want to go there again. What did I do? Why did that man smash cream in my face?" My heart is breaking as I try to explain that it wasn't nice and she has every reason to be upset...and mommy is sorry...
The night ends at Baskin Robbins - with Mommy and Daddy trying to salvage what's left of birthday night - (a HUGE thank you to BR because the sprinkled cone and icing flavored ice cream made everything better).
We got home and she opened her presents - Daddy lay in bed with her to read her the new snake book she got - Mommy lay in bed with her and she tells me her birthday was "awesome" - except for "the rude man who smashed cream in her face."
She goes to sleep smiling - and thinking about her birthday party on Friday.
Mom and Dad proceed to stay up the rest of the night fuming about what we will forever refer to as "The Whip Cream Assault".
"SHAME ON YOU" Jardin Del Rey for thinking that was appropriate...and I send a warning to other parents, make sure you know what the not so friendly waiter is planning... read more