[quote name='JimmieMac']If you can't afford to tip, then you can't afford to eat out.[/QUOTE]
While this succinctly explains my perspective, I also have this to add: If you're worried about how much to tip, you aren't dining. You're eating.
I tip 20% on all accounts, 10-15% for poor service, and 25% for friends or outstanding service.
For the most part, the class of the restaraunt and the class of the waitron go hand in hand. You aren't going to find a sommolier (sp?) at Denny's, and you aren't going to find "Flo" hacking up three packs of Benson and Hedges menthol 100's at "Le Fantastique" (or some similarly pretentious named establishment).
I'm (not) surprised that many of you seem to be more prone to leaving shitty tips than telling the waitron what they can do to make things better for you. I wouldn't be surprised if you were still appalled when you went back to the same restaraunt (face it, you sheep want your "Bloomin Onions") and found the same server still sucked. Amazing, that.
It's truly a self-fulfilling prophecy on both accounts; servers pigeonhole every table from the moment you sit down. If I think you're a baptist, you'd get shittier service from me than if you were facing a judge for a murder conviction. The same goes for Europeans, every

in' last one of 'em. I'm not going to be polite or prompt for people who do any of the following:
1) Order "well done"
2) Say "gimmie a..." "I want..." "Hey you!"
3) Whistle or snap fingers
4) Drink like camels (this is strictly nonalcoholic beverages; the more booze you buy, the bigger your bill, but if I'm dragging your fat ass another cherry coke every 45 seconds, you're gonna wait, porky)
5) Can't fathom requesting things at the same time (the tables that request one thing, and upon presentation of that, request another, and another, and they can't seem to hold more than one demand at the same time)
6) Order a cornucopia of the least healthy things on the menu, and then drink a "diet" beverage. You're a subject of ridicule.
There are others, I'm sure. Here's the overall score: tuck your shirt in, stand up straight, ask for things using some semblance of English and/or manners "Excuse me, could I have...?", know your wines (types at the least, bebe), pick up your jaw off the ground and wipe that drool off your chin, mouthbreather. Follow my advice, behave like a human

ing being, and god only knows that you'll end your dining experience getting some mad fornication on, instead of guffawing over whatever dick-joke comedy you tivo'ed when you get home with your date.
Before I forget, "chateaubriand" is French for "she's totally gonna blow you for ordering something so expensive." Make a note of it.
I love the mother

ers who hand you towels in the bathroom; drop them $3-5, enjoy a cigarette (and occasional pleasure since I quit), and pay the mother

er respect: he made a willing decision to work in a mother

in' bathroom. Share some good pussy jokes or something, make fun of the guy balls deep in chivas at the bar. Bathroom dudes rule, even if more often than not the only black employee allowed on the floor is the bathroom dude.
myke.
...8 months out of the industry.