Tips for Dining Out

The waitress pleasantly asked us if we wanted cheese on our garlic bread. We thought about it, and both of us said yes.
When the bill came, that extra cheese came to almost $2 per person. With no warning. (OK, maybe I should have asked: Does it cost extra?)
My dining companion had asked for a glass of beer. The waitress brought him, unasked, the largest and most expensive glass – costing more ($6) than my wine ($5).
When the meal ended, my dining companion happened to mention that there was no shrimp in his shrimp dish, although it was otherwise quite good.
I nicely said to the waitress, did the chef run out of shrimp?
She went to talk to him. What would he do, give us a cup full of shrimp? I asked jokingly.
The waitress returned and said, huffily, that the chef had no evidence that there had been no shrimp in the dish, now that it had been eaten. In other words, my dining companion may have lied. I wondered: Would any American chef have replied like that?
I gave the waitress a meager tip. Perhaps I shouldn’t have tipped at all.
My dining companion, who suffers from low self-esteem, later said that perhaps the shrimp had been ground up into his dish, which is why he hadn’t seen any.
Anyway, if you happen to be in Toronto, bypass the Boston Pizza restaurant on Carlson Court, near the airport. The food is okay, but the thievery isn’t.