Day: October 7, 2021

You break it. You buy it.

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Eating out rule:

If you consume the item you shall pay for said item.

Tonight a guest announced at the end of the meal when the check was presented that they should not have to pay for their bottle of wine as it was warm.

First. You should have thought of his before you finished the bottle. Also it’s fucking 98,000 degrees outside. You’re on a patio. Yes the wine is warm.

I had the distinct pleasure of letting him know that contrary to popular belief that’s not how life works. He immediately threatened me with a bad review on Trip Advisor. I responded with my “‘do what you will I won’t be held hostage by threats of bad reviews.”‘

He finally said fine. He’d pay for the wine but not tip the server. Which is what he did. $402 and they left $403 in cash.

I comped the wine and gave the servers the $45. Not 20% but better than nothing.

I’ll keep you up to date if I get any bad reviews.

Wishing Doesn’t Make It So

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Eating out rules:

We appreciate that you made reservations.

However.

If the patio is booked and you make a reservation for the bar with a request to be moved to the patio, don’t get upset when you have to sit at the bar.

We don’t a really look at requests till day of.

Also making two reservations of 6 does not a 12 top make. It’s two six tops. Seated in different parts of the restaurant and I can’t help you because I didn’t notice there were two reservations with the same last name.

Kids are people! They’re people!

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Eating out rules:

When making a reservation, children are people too.

Don’t make a reservation for two adults then show up with six kids and be upset when I say we can’t accommodate you. You have an 8 top. The small four top in the middle of the restaurant is too small.

PS. Babies count too. Unless you can put them under the table.

Maître d

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The owner of the restaurant got a typed letter in the mail today complaining about her visit.

Part of the complaint was that the maître d was rude to her. Wanting nothing more than to usher her out of the restaurant when she complained to him.

Me. I’m the maitre d.

Also I just wanted her to step away from the kitchen door before someone popped out of the kitchen and knocked her down.

She actually hated everything about her visit. Including the chairs.

Also. I’m a maître d.