A warm cup of tomato bisque, if the dish had even amounted to eight ounces. I knew beforehand getting the bisque there would be less than three bites of marginally small croutons. I asked the waitress if I could get bread toasted on the side, she responded by shaking her head and pursing her lips in silence. A few minutes later I got up and asked another waitress the same question, who easily put it on my order. For the rest of the meal, however, our waitress, Tabetha, gave me and my mother the cold shoulder.