Two things have happened in the last week that prompted this post.

On Saturday a friend who’d worked for me the first season we were open at David’s reached out via text for a reservation, last minute at my restaurant.

She and her husband had unexpectedly found themselves without kids for the night and wanted a date night.

I was happy to help. All we had were bar seats, which is what they preferred anyway.

She confessed later, that she had stressed over reaching out based on a post I made here that I don’t even remember. I assured her that I don’t mind at all.

Tonight an industry friend, that I’m friends with on Facebook, reached out to get a reservation for his friend. This was someone I really only know professionally.

And I was happy to help.

So all of you out there in the internet world who read this:

Reach out.

Ask for the favor.

For yourself.

For a friend.

I truly don’t mind.

Seriously.

Just remember:

That I always don’t see texts after we start service, until the end of service.

I can only help if the tables are available.

If I say sorry, we don’t have anything, don’t take it personally.

And I am truly sorry if any of you thpught I’d be offended if you asked, that was never my intention.

So please.

Ask, ask, ask.