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?