I went to Arnold Palmer's with my family on a Saturday night during the high season in the desert, and it was packed. My parents are regulars at the place and they are always treated with tender, loving care by the charming hostess Dodi. Unfortunately, this graciousness was not extended by our waiter. As a vegan, I am no stranger to looking at menus which have not one thing on them that I would eat, but this is California and I find practically all restaurants are quick to recommend a dish that they will make to accomodate me. The waiter was so terse and stressed to begin with I dreaded to make a special request, in his defense the restaurant was very busy that night. But after all, it is his job to put the guests at ease. So when I asked if I could have a vegetable plate, he impatiently snapped that they didn't make anything like that. Then he rolled his eyes over my requests for the salad without the cheese. I was hungry when I left, since all I had was an iceberg wedge and the side of brocolli that came with my stepfather's entree (brocolli wasn't on the menu). However, my family was very pleased with their entrees, and the atmosphere was lovely. Sadly, one bad waiter can ruin an otherwise perfect evening.
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