We were quiet tonight.

Never slow. I’ve always believed that the word slow breeds complacency. Always quiet.

We were quiet.

Two restaurants in town reopened for the season.

It was chilly today, but the sun certainly indicated spring is on the way.

And many people were invested in the final four.

So because of the quiet, I took a few minutes before the second turn to look through next week’s reservations.

Two stood out.

The first a man who’d made a reservation for his wife’s birthday.

No big deal.

Except he insisted we call him to discuss what we do for special events.

I’m not sure what he’s expecting. We offer dessert. And a candle.

A birthday is not a special event. Especially for two people.

The second request was more interesting.

Woman left the following note:

Carnivore way of eating. Animal products only. No sugar, no sauces, no plants. Limited spices “ok” but just salt is perfect. Thank you. I am hoping to be able to order ala carte, animal products only. Let’s be honest, I am coming for the BEEF! We are looking forward to it!

Hmmmm.

I love meat!

A lot.

But I can’t imagine how unhealthy a completely meat centric diet would be.

My gout would explode.

My cholesterol would sore.

Can’t imagine how my stomach would react.

Tune in on Wednesday when I report back in.

Meanwhile.

I’m glad tomorrow is my Friday.

Ready for some R & R.

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.