Last fall, right after I took over hosting as all of my staff had gone off to college, a lovely lady called to make a reservation.

Her name was Ruthie and she was looking for seats at the bar. I made the reservation. 2 people at 5:00.

Later that night, she arrived. She was about 5’2” and was as sweet as could be. She had her wife in tow whose name was Jane.

Seriously, you have never met anyone sweeter.

That night on their way out, I chatted with them. They lived in Mass and had just bought a vacation home up north. They shared stories, details etc.

And they left.

Since then they have become regulars. They make a trip in at least once during their visits. Always early. They stay 2 hours and are always nothing but pleasant.

They came in tonight.

It was great to see them.

I chatted with them at the bar while they waited for their entrees.

At the end of the night we all say our goodbyes.

They leave.

About 6 minutes later, my new host (her second day) comes up with the cordless phone and says there is a woman on the phone with a problem.

I answer the phone as I walk toward the host stand.

There is no one there, but the new host has figured out it was Ruthie.

So, I call her back. I can’t imagine what the problem would be.

She is super excited that I called back.

She called to let me know that the moon had risen over our back parking lot and has two rings around it. She insists I go look at the moon immediately. She says it’s stunning.

I thank her for letting me know and she hangs up.

It might be one of the nicest thing a guest has ever done.

Unfortunately I was busy, and never made it out there.

It was overcast when I left.

I’m sure it was beautiful though.