The service at Denny's was sadly remiss last night.
Well, Dear Readers, the service at Denny's last night was sadly remiss. Not that I'm speaking out against Denny's in general. The location we usually visit during our Primogen meetings is usually up to par. Frieda the Night Manager generally runs a tight ship. Perhaps her absence the other night can explain why the generally excellent service was lacking in this instance.


As Ventrue Clan Scourge, I have been sitting in for Ventrue Primogen Alexander Hellebore Windsor-Penderschloss during his month-long absence. After some debate, we of the Primogen council had decided to go to our usual Denny's to discuss the recent annexation of the formerly Sabbat-controlled Bedford. Primogens Vladimir Hesslich of Clan Nosferatu and Mustafa Kensington of Clan Tremere had suggested the Londoner, but Primogen Kirie Cotton of Clan Gangrel objected to that choice on the grounds that the Londoner is much too expensive, and their quesadillas leave much to be desired. (Quesadillas? With all due respect to Primogen Kirie, who orders quesadillas at the Londoner?)

But Prince Eldritch finally settled the dispute by saying it was Denny's or the Waffle House, so Denny's it was. Cheap waffles or no, hearing the "Waffle House Shuffle" on that thrice-damned jukebox is too much for many of us to bear.

That said, the service...or lacktherof...that we experienced at Denny's was atrocious. We could not be seated at our usual booth in the back because it was claimed by a family of seven (at midnight! Parents, please take heed of this: mortal children under six have no business being up and about after Ten of the clock in the PM!) Instead, we were seated in the front near a table of boorish fratboys who scoffed at our Gothic mode of dress, Mustafa's fez, and the magnificent neon green-and-purple coiffure affected by Primogen Linda St. Clair of Clan Toreador.

It took nearly an hour for the serving wenches to bring a sandwich and a soft drink to Primogen 8-Ball Invisigoth of Clan Brujah, and the coffee was tepid at best. We spent most of the evening discussing the future of Bedford and sharing at Kirie's order of nachos while the waitress eyed us warily. I wanted to snap at her, "Please woman, this is DENNY'S. You should expect to see things like this on a nightly basis!" If we were the stangest sight she had beheld all evening, then she must be newly hired.

But, I digress. Hopefully Frieda will be back next week and Denny's will return to its usual standard of efficient service with no odd looks, no jibes about my Regency-era frock-coat, and no questions asked. Otherwise, I can forsee the posssibility of the Primogen council taking its business to IHOP in the near future.

Yours in Darkness,

---The Captain.