It got to a point where I showed my server my bank account so he'd stop trying to big bro me and stfu.
It was almost like he made in effort to piss me off, or make me feel like I didn't belong. He told me, 'I devoured my lamb chops' and it was barely eaten.
He was talking down to me saying things like, 'oh your sharing the lobster bisque'. Herbert asked me where I was from and walked away after he asked. Everybody treated me great besides this restaurant. I bought the best room on the top floor, spa package, casino, exc. work and when I did I chose to spend thousands at Morongo. I own a business, and know how customers should be treated. He will even touch the face of your watch repeatedly with his finger as he explains. What kinda watch you have, and ask if you want sparkling water after.
