WE ARE AN UPSCALE RESTAURANT.

I repeat.

WE ARE A NICE RESTAURANT.

We are not a brew pub. We are not Chili’s. We are not your local Mexican restaurant.

We are not those things.

This is made abundantly clear when you realize that the typical table for 2 spends more than $150 before tip.

So imagine my surprise when we had a table of women who thought we were Sam’s Truckstop.

At 7:00 four women were sat at table 21. Turns out they knew the foursome at table 22.

They huck it up while they are being seated.

Finally they sit down.

About six minutes later table 22 gets up to leave. They were seated at 5:00.

I let the host know they are up because their replacements are waiting.

But wait. They stand up. But don’t go anywhere.

One of the women from table 22 is now talking to table 21. Meanwhile the rest of table 22 is standing at the table. All three of them on their phones.

And this continues.

And continues.

And continues.

Finally the other woman from 22 also steps up to table 21.

It’s a high top. With two women blocking the aisles. Bucking it up.

The men are still standing at table 22.

And this continues.

And continues.

Finally the men leave.

The women stay.

And stay.

And stay.

They are getting louse and louder.

It’s now approaching 8:00. They are still standing there. Blocking the aisle. In everyone’s way.

And then before my eyes 6 shots of tequila have appeared on the table.

Fuck.

We are not that restaurant. You want a tequila neat? Okay. The table wants it? Not okay.

They are still whooping it up.

Finally they leave.

At this point the table has been there for an hour and haven’t ordered any food.

Finally they begin to act like normal people.

But seriously for an hour they were in everyone’s way and were loud and annoying. To everyone but mostly the staff.

Ugh.