Tonight, in the middle of the second turn, I discovered a reservation that specifically asked not to be in a booth.

They were currently scheduled to be seated in a booth.

The couple arrive. And we tell it will be a few minutes before we can seat them.

Another table opens up and I tell the host NOT to seat them there either.

Almost immediately another table leaves. The table is in our atrium area.

We get them seated.

The hosts, both of who are new, and young inquire as to why I sat them there instead of the other table.

I explain.

I’m a big guy. I don’t like confined spaces. I don’t like being in the way.

One of the two we were seating easily had 100 pounds on me.

Of course he didn’t want a booth. I don’t fit into most booths. I know his struggle.

The other table is right next to the wait station. Because if his size he would have blocked the way. And he would have been self conscious the entire time.

So, I found him a table, where he could relax and enjoy himself.

They loved the table, by the way.

This led to a conversation with my hosts about seeing people, as people, not just a table to seat.

Are the old, don’t make them walk across the restaurant.

Are they pregnant, don’t offer a high top.

Are they on crutches, allow them a place to be comfortable.

There is so much to hosting that you can only explain when it comes up.

I’m glad the couple tonight enjoyed themselves!