Adam and I celebrated our anniversary in January. We dined out at his restaurant. When we were seated there was a card on the table with a happy anniversary message.

I was impressed and thought it would be nice to do something like that at my restaurant.

So after talking about it at work, we decided we would do postcards, that could double as souvenirs, and that we can also write messages on.

So our marketing team, designed 10 postcards.

And about three weeks ago we started leaving birthday, anniversary, etc messages on them at the table.

Tonight at the beginning of the shift the cards were placed on the table.

6 birthdays. 1 anniversary. 1 graduation.

And the night starts. And it’s essentially uneventful.

The last reservation of the night was the graduation table.

They arrive. They are seated. And I let the kitchen know we are all in.

30 seconds later their server pulls me aside to ask if they are the right table?

Turns out it’s no one’s graduation.

Hmmm

I stop by the table. They are laughing about it but no graduation.

I go to the iPad and confirm that indeed their visit note says graduation. Not just a tag. But typed out. With yesterdays date.

I check the history.

He made the reservation himself.

I check the tag. He definitely did it himself, because if it was on our end I’d be able to edit it.

We still have no idea what happened.

But happy graduation.

Around 8:30 tonight the phone rings.

I’m seated at the chef’s table working on my laptop.

I answer and a woman says Are you open later on weekends?

I say excuse me?

She says are you open later on weekends?

I say, later than what?

She says that our website says we are open till 8:30 on weekends, is that correct or are we open later.

I don’t get into, but I wanted to point out that our website says we are open 5:00 till close. We haven’t had a closing time on our website since last October. I’m sure she’s referring to Google and fun fact Google is not our website.

I explain that on Friday’s and Saturdays we take our last reservation at 8:30. So we don’t technically close at 8:30 but we stop seating at 8:30.

She then asks what happens after that? Do you have a piano bar???

Huh?

I say, I’m sorry. You cut out can you repeat that??

She says again, do you have a piano bar?

I say no.

We’ll do you have live music???

I say no. No piano bar. No live music.

She asks again what time we close.

I explain again that we stop seating at 8:30.

She then wants to know if we have any availability on Saturday.

I say yes. Then offer her some choices.

She says she’ll think about it and call back.

She hangs up.

What I wouldn’t give to sing show tunes around a piano on Saturday night at my restaurant. Suddenly Seymour anyone?