Every night I try to make it to the lobby to say goodbye to our guests and ask them how their dinner was.

First table tonight, sought me out. They wanted me to know it was the best filet they’d ever eaten.

I assured them I’d let the chef know.

We continued chatting and I shared that chef always recommend medium rare but even his mom gets well done.

She exclaims! Me too. That’s how I got mine tonight. I only eat it well done.

I laughed and told her I’d share that with him as well

They were so gracious and kind and appreciative of us.

It always makes me happy.

The second table of note I asked how they enjoyed their dinner. They said, do you even have to ask?

Lots of people respond this way.

And I say, I appreciate their sentiment but I still have to ask.

They then ask if anyone ever says they didn’t enjoy their meal.

I explain that yes, once in a while someone doesn’t enjoy their dinner.

He replies. That’s because they don’t know what fucking good food is supposed to taste like. They have a McDonald’s palette and don’t know any better.

We finish our conversation and they leave.

One of my hosts looks at me and says you should write that down so you can share about it tonight.

And I did.

And now I have.