I feel it’s appropriate to share my perspective here. In Canada, we have none of this nonsense regarding tips allowing for a seriously reduced wage for people in the food industry. While some provinces choose to set the minimum wage a dollar or so lower for liquor servers (which at times does include some waiters, but does not mandate all waiters not to mention the fact that alcohol servers tend to get tips much faster and to a higher work-to-tip ratio from serving many drinks to drinking people), all other restaurant workers are paid minimum wage plus tips. Sometimes the tips are shared differently – in a restaurant chain my sister worked in, every waiter or tip earner put a percentage of their tips into a Tip Pool which was then shared by all employees, including cooks and dishboys. While I feel this is a bit too socialistic for my likings, I do agree with the fundamental concept that everyone deserves a portion of a tip because everyone provided the scenario (clean dishes, clean floors, the food) that enabled that tip to exist.
I feel that America’s system forces the customer to make up for the waiter’s salary in lieu of the restaurant simply paying them a decent wage. Then again, America’s system is more of a free-market approach than the somewhat socialist system in Canada, in that waiters who have more charm and appeal will become more successful. But it forces a burden to exist on the customer’s shoulders. Personally if I knew that I could have to give an additional 25% (for superior, out of the world service) on top of the already inflated restaurant prices, it would discourage me from going to restaurants altogether. In fact, I can say that the opposite of this situation is occurring for me right now: it is because I know I have no obligation to give any tip that I choose to go out to restaurants more often. What I pay is what’s written on the menu, plus tax. This transparency is something I appreciate.
I mean, I can break down an example of why I wouldn’t tip, and it’s most often not the waiter’s fault at all. All of my recent bad-restaurant experiences have been caused by either long waits times, or low quality/wrong/raw food. This is a sign of bad management or a badly staffed kitchen. The service for these bad events was spectacular, but that does not rectify the core issue of the food itself being the problem. Thus, I would pay for my food in full but give no tip, or accept some items being taken off the bill and would give a tip that would equal or be slightly less than the value of the food which was removed. Ultimately I come out of the situation spending around the same amount of money, but not feeling obliged to give extra money to the waiter and staff. My patronage should be enough to fund their compensation, not some ethical burden placed on me.
On a totally unrelated note, I was tipped three times while working drive-through at McDonald’s. And not just “keep the change” “graciousness” (oh thanks man, a whole 57 cents, better invest it now), but an actual “here’s money just for you because you’re awesome” tip, and not from regular customers either. As with waiters, it was my personality that gained me this. Simply put, I wasn’t a cardboard person. I joked with customers about the pains of working at McDonald’s, would answer any question asked to me honestly, would help customers to game the menu in order to get the most food for their money (I have no incentive to make McDonald’s more money, they hire me to serve their customers and that’s what I did!), dug around in the back for 15 minutes looking for a certain Polly Prissypants figurine for the 7 year old kid, lamented with customers when they came back cause someone fucked up their order. $5 from a man who got a kick out of our conversation, $10 from a woman for the aforementioned Polly Prissypants figurine, and $20 from a woman who just came back from Vegas and thought I could “use a bit of spicing up”. I think I will always remember those situations because they showed to me the most true essence of tipping – sharing your money to make other people happy. Now, instead of tipping to make other people happy, I have let my experiences at McDonald’s mold me into a person who has more tolerance for fast and slow-food fuckups, who calls the cashier by their name, who will make a joke about the work place sucking so badly, and laugh with the employee, not make fun of them or treat them like a subhuman.