Place the order
Sit and wait
Enjoy appetizers
You and your mate

Finish the drink
Here comes another
Weak and less sweet
Watered more than the other

Dinner arrives
Looks just terrific
Eat about half
Then decide it's horrific

Call for the staff
Go ahead complain
Offer you fresher
That is insane

Full plate comes back
This time its right
One and half plates
Fill you it might

One thing not known
Staff and the cooks
All good friends
Even some crooks

Word goes around
The plate heads back
Madly redone dinner
Complainer's a hack

While recooking
Fate has been made
They spit on everything
Heat makes it fade

Of course it taste different
To the half brained twit
It must be you like
That common spice SPIT

I did 12 years
As a high end chef
Send your plate back
I went dumb, blind, and deaf

..i'm going for buffet now...

They probably spit from the start. lol!

Good write, more truth than most of mankind would like to believe. I think I'll fix something to eat and stay at home.

"Trust What You Eat?"

As a Melmacian, I never trust cats.

Anyway, the poem in the OP is a winner.