Around 5:30 tonight the host comes up to me saying a woman on the phone is insisting she talk to me.

I ask who she is, and I’m informed that the woman wants to make a reservation for the chef’s table in two weeks. The host has done what she has been instructed to do. She has told the woman that she will make a note of the request but she can’t guarantee it will be available.

The woman is insisting that she speak to me.

I tell the host to take her name and number and that I will call her back. It’s 5:30 on Saturday night. It will wait.

The information is gathered.

The evening continues.

Around 7:00 during the middle of the 2nd turn I’m at the host stand. The phone rings. I pick up and it’s a woman who is outraged that I have not called her back yet. It’s been 90 minutes. It’s a Saturday night.

She asks if I’m Jeff. I say no. She then complains about me and wants to know if her reservation has been made. I explain it has not been made. She makes it. No mention of the chef’s table.

Seriously. Read the room.

I’m trying to decide now if I should call her back tomorrow.