The phone rings on Sunday night.

It’s a man asking to make a reservation in July.

I explain that we only book out 60 days and that he would be able to book online in May.

But.

But.

But.

But I’m in Shawnee, Kansas and I’m coming to Maine just to eat at your restaurant.

I thank him for the compliment, and explain that I can’t over ride the system. He’ll have to wait till May.

But.

But.

But.

I assure him if he calls back in May he’ll have no problem getting a reservation.

He asks if I’m sure.

I assure him he’ll be fine.

He thanks me and hangs up.

I wish we filled up that fast.