The sun’ll come out tomorrow!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Today was a tough one. 

All the weather reports said severe weather from 4:00 to 6:00.  The last time they predicted this, it rained for exactly 12 minutes, then there was a rainbow, then I had a perfectly good patio empty for the night.

Chef and I debated it for a while today, and ultimately, I decided to bring in the staff and wait it out. 

Of course by the time the staff arrived the storm prediction had been moved to 5:00 to 7:00.  Chef was a little dubious that I was making the right decision. 

Around 5:00 it was growing dark and you could hear thunder.  Around 5:20 it finally started to rain.  Not hard, but rain. 

I go inside and Chef lets me know they’ve changed it back to 6:00.

Around 5:45 it’s really dark.  Lots of thunder.  No lightening. 

I was in the dining room at 6:00, when I noticed the sun was shining.

Outside I went, and sure enough, the clouds were still there, but in the west the sun was shining. 

At 6:15 I announced that we would indeed be opening the patio. 

At 6:45, our first table was sat.  By 7:15 all but one of our reservations was in, because of course the 7:30’s all arrived at 7:00.  The staff and I hustled for about 30 minutes. 

And then it was over. 

We sat our last reservation outside around 7:45.  They were all done by 9:30. 

I wasn’t sure I’d made the right decision but based on the money the staff made I’d say I did. 

Plus it was covers we’d have missed because there was NOT room inside for those tables. 

Math is Hard!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Server Edition!!!

Work sucked tonight. I repeat. Work sucked tonight. I made less money tonight than I have since I started working there. I’d love to say I sold less but that’s not the case. It got so bad that I kept my receipts so I could share the “good” news with you.

Here are some of my favorite tips tonight.

Bill: $54.05 Tip: $00.00

Bill: $22.22 Tip: $1.78

Bill: $61.01 Tip: $00.00

Bill: $49.80 Tip: $2.20

Bill: $110.71 Tip: $9.29

Bill: $15.28 Tip: $.72

Bill: $28.39 Tip: $1.61

Bill: $25.46 Tip: $.54

Bill: $66.20 Tip: $3.80

Bill: $11.43 Tip: $00.00

Total: $444.55 Total Tip: $19.94

Total Tip Out Expected to Bartenders, Busser and Food runner on $444.55: $22.22

So to wait on these 10 tables it actually cost me $2.28.

The total amount I should have made after tip out should have been somewhere between the amounts: $44.46 and $66.69 if everyone had left between 18% and 20%.

The actual percentage I made before tipout: .045 percent. There seems to be a shortage if you ask me.

It also didn’t help that most of the tables I waited on tonight didn’t seem to be eating. Two beers and a plate of nachos runs about $22.00. It takes a lot of these tables if you are going to make a living. Luckily, most of the tables I waited on early in the evening were very generous. Their 20-40 percent tips helped to make up some of the difference. Unfortunately, because we were slow there weren’t enough of these tables to make it a profitable evening.

It’s a good thing rent is due this week, otherwise I don’t know what I would do with all of my riches.

Ugh.

Edit: My current staff loses their mind if someone leaves 15%.

Let me share my opinion!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Another busy night at the restaurant.  They are all busy these days.  Every day we do numbers we only did on Friday and Saturday last summer.  And although it’s busy, every day gets a little easier. 

The assholes have been few and far between.  I haven’t really been YELLED at in a few weeks.  The staff is holding up although they are all tired.  Chef got a grill man so he’s much less stressed and the kitchen is killing it night after night.

So things are good.

Except.

I lost a host last week.  Her living arrangements fell thru and she has to move home for the rest of the summer.  This means that I’m stuck at the door more than I should be.  Although, I do enjoy being at the door so that I can shake hands and say hello and goodbye to everyone who comes thru the door. 

So tonight, during quieter times, I would swing through the restaurant, checking on everyone, making sure the kitchen was in a good place, the servers weren’t in the weeds and that the foodrunners were busy. 

Around, 6:30 I found myself at the bar on the patio.  I was checking on tables, making sure we didn’t have tight turns, and just checking in with everyone.

There are four people sat at the bar outside.   They are talking.  Rather loudly.  I’m not really paying attention, until I am. 

Something one of the women says has caught my attention.  I don’t remember what it was.

He’s a gist of the conversation that followed. 

We went into a store today and they had a sign that said EVERYONE WELCOME IN OUR STORE.  I just don’t’know why they need to post a sign like that.  Isn’t everyone welcome everywhere.  Whey are the trying to divide people.  Why are they separating people into classes.

It continues.

They get on the subject of gay people.

I mean I don’t understand why they have to shove it in our faces.  I don’t care who you love, but seriously, why do I have to hear about it continuously.  All the time.  Every day.  Constantly shoving it down our throats.  It’s not like I run around every day shouting that I’m straight.   

I’m trying to listen, but also not be conspicuous. 

It continues.   Very LOUDLY. 

They have no shame in their beliefs. 

They are people who support everyone; they just don’t want it shouted from the roof tops. 

I listened until I was called back into the restaurant.

I forgot to mention they were southern.  VERY southern.  Their accents were not foreign to me.  I grew up with them.  It would not surprise me to know they are from Central Kentucky. 

They said nothing that crossed the line.  I was hoping they would.  That they’d use the “f” word.  That they’d go full on bigot.  But alas they walked that line that so many people walk, preaching that they love everyone, as long as they don’t have to see it.   If they’d gone full on bigot I’d have asked them to pay their check and leave.  Instead I just listened to their passive bigotry. 

Fun fact though:  I do exist.  I exist in every sense of the word.  I don’t cease to exist just because I don’t speak to you about who I am.  And fun fact:  I’m a fucking Homosexual.   That doesn’t cease to be true just because I don’t have sex with a man in front of you.  And fun fucking fact:  The sex part of being gay is such a small part of the equation. 

I’m attached to a man.  We love each other.  We share our lives together.   We own a house together.  We have 5 cats that we love very much.  We pay taxes.  LOTS of taxes.   Me talking about my partner is not shoving being a homosexual down your throat.  No more than you talking about your straight family shoves it down my throat. 

This is the very idea behind the don’t say gay bills.   Your straight teacher can have photos of their family in their classroom.  But your gay teacher isn’t even allowed to mention that their married.  They can’t mention their partner.  Their lives.  Their children.  All because some asshole somewhere decided that a five year old knowing Mr. Smith is married to a man is grooming them to be gay.  Meanwhile that same asshole has been married 5 times, and hasn’t paid child support in 10 years, and the feds just found child porn on their computer. 

I stopped being shy about being gay when we moved to Maine.  I don’t hesitate to mention Adam at work.  My partner Adam this.  My partner Adam that.   We live in the Cape.  We both are restaurant managers.  We have five cats.  We this and we that.  I suppose some might consider that shoving it down your throat, I just say, you should stay in your small town and keep your bigotry to yourself. 

Anyone can change!!!

Edit:  Read to the end. 

A couple of weeks after I started working at the restaurant, a fellow server asked me if I’d change sections with him.  I was new and didn’t know any better so I said yes.  Well to be honest with you, the reason I said yes was because it was in the main dining room and I wouldn’t have to go up and down stairs.  (Edit:  I was already in my 40’s, old and fat.  The steps were killer).   We were very busy that night and I made a small fortune.

The particular section that I was in was considered the “cocktail” section.  What this means is that the people I’m waiting on sit at high top cocktail tables or at a counter that seats 10 guests.  They are offered the same menu and the same service as the rest of the restaurant.  This section was not, however, part of the host’s rotation.  The customers either seat themselves, or I go into the lobby and tell a group of people that they can skip the wait list (sometimes over two hours long) and come sit down immediately.  Most people agree to do this, although occasionally people don’t want to sit at the high-tops or the counter.

At any given time I’m waiting on 3 four top tables and 5 couples at the counter.  22 people at one time, 7 different “tables.”  It’s fast and furious. 

This system works great, especially when we are busy.  The chairs are constantly filled and often people sit down to be waited on before the leaving patrons have put their coats on.  What this means is that the tables tend to turn a lot faster and you can get people in and out the door pretty quickly.  When we are on a wait, only people who are eating can sit at these tables.  If you are in just to drink, then you should sit at the bar.  This insane pace means that you work a lot harder and faster than most of the other servers but you also make more money than they do.  LOTS more money. 

After that first night, I went to the server manager and told her that she could schedule me in cocktails anytime she wanted.  I loved the pace and more than anything I loved the money.  She took this to heart and now I’m only scheduled in the cocktail section.  This makes me very happy because I make more money, and it make the managers happy because I do a good job.  You would think that everyone would want to work in these sections based on the sales numbers and the tips you make.  But it’s far from the truth.  There really are only about 5 servers who will work there.  For most, the pace is just too fast and you have to work way too hard.  (Edit:  A fellow server that I had made mad once asked how I could move so fast at fat as I was.  I moved FAST).    And this is what I loved.  At any given moment I have 7 to 10 checks open, getting people what they want. (Edit:  I used to make the managers mad because I never closed any of my checks.  I’d have 7 pages of checks open.  And I never fucked up a table number or rang something on the wrong check).    I also discovered that if I tipped the bartenders well at the end of the night, they’d make my drinks first.  So if you order a drink from me, it will be on your table in three to four minutes. (Edit:  This was so true that new bartenders were told this on their first training shift.  The bussers and food runners also took care of me.  I was tipping LOTS and LOTS of money each night).  So I work hard and make a lot of money.

And so why am I telling you all of this?  Well as I mentioned, if no one sits down immediately at one of my tables I go into the lobby and find people to fill the chairs.  A couple of nights ago, I pulled four women out of the lobby and gave them a table.  They were a hoot.  One of them was from New Orleans and the rest of them were from Nashville.  They gave me a hard time, and I gave them a hard time right back.  We spent the hour they were with me doing a lot of laughing.  At one point I walked up to the table and they said, “Can we ask you a question?” I said, “Sure.”  “Why did you pick us, out of all the people in the lobby, to come sit at your table?”  I took a deep breath and said, “I can’t tell you.”  The laughed but were persistent.  Finally I said, “It’s because as I walked by you, you were speaking English without an accent.”  (Edit:  a foreign accent). 

What followed was a lot of questions about my answer.  I explained to them that we get a lot of foreign tourists, and although most know to tip, a lot either just don’t do it, or aren’t aware they are supposed to.  Either way, I’ll take my chances with an American table any day of the week. 

The question I have is:  “Is it wrong to think this way?”  I was talking to a couple of waiters the other night at the bar, and the discussion turned to people who tip.  And the consensus of the group was that the minute you start waiting tables it makes you think in ways that you don’t always approve of.

There are certain groups of people who tend to not tip well.  I realize it’s a generalization but when you work in a restaurant long enough you see the consistency enough to realize that the stereotypes don’t create themselves.  People who order their steaks well done don’t tip as well as people who order them medium rare.  Smokers tip better than non-smokers.  Anyone who uses 1000 island dressing isn’t going to tip well.  If they order Long Island Teas they don’t tip as well as if they order Dewar’s on the rocks.  Anyone who orders a Strawberry Daiquiri isn’t going to tip well.  If they use their AAA discount they are going to leave less.  If they get something for free they won’t tip as well as if they didn’t.  Black people don’t tip as well as white people.  (See below for commentary on this).  Foreigners don’t tip as well as Americans.   People from the south don’t tip as well as northerners.  Baptists don’t tip as well as Jewish people.  The Irish don’t tip as well as the Londoners.

I could go on.  I have been in the restaurant business off and on since 1987 and all of these generalizations hold true.  And what that means, is that I walk into the lobby and I make decisions about who I want to sit in my section based on what people look like.  How they speak.  What they are wearing.  How they are behaving.  All because at the end of the hour they spend with me, I want them to leave the most amount of money possible.  And I hate that I do this.  I hate that I’m reduced to this.  But then again I need to pay my rent.

So what are your thoughts on this?  I’d love to hear what you guys think?

(Big fucking edit at this point.  Me speaking today, July 18, 2022)

I knew this post was coming.  I’ve been searching for it. 

I posted this in 2009.

At the time my roommate read my posts, and this lead to a very interesting conversation.

He told me that just weeks prior he’d read an article that said the reason most minorities don’t tip well is that they don’t get the same service.  They are approached and waited on by people who assume they won’t tip.  So.  They get less than stellar service and they tip accordingly.

I thought about this a lot over the next few days.  A lot.

So.

I told myself that I never wanted that to be me.

So I changed my attitude at work.

And I started assuming everyone was going to tip no matter who they were.

And fun fact:  The tipping changed.  Did I still get shitty tips from foreigners?  Yes, but not as much.  I learned that if I brought them to myside they’d generally take care of me. 

For example, my co-workers when asked, for mea onea beer, by non-English speaking guests they would just give them Budweiser.  I’d give them the choice of all of our beers.  Bud, Bud Light, Guinness, Stella, Heineken, Sam Adams, Shock Top.  (I said that list 1,039 times a night). Fun fact:  They don’t speak English.  They don’t live in a hole.  They knew all the beers and knew what they wanted. 

Same with food.  I asked the questions.  I took time to get to know them.

If a table said “do you speaka Spanish? (Always Spanish people, never from Latin America), I’d joke and say muy, muy, poco.  (very, very little), followed by Donde esta el bano (Where is the bathroom?), we’d all laugh but they were on my team.

As for people of color, I truly believe, 15 year years later that it’s true.  People assume.  And they get what they earn. 

Yes, I still had people stiff me.  But it was a lot less.

My co-workers would always ask why I had such a large percentage after tip out and it was because after the talk with my roommate I changed my ways. 

Many of my friends from HRC, might not know this but just before I left, I held three classes, before work, with new employees, to coach them on how to make money from tourists.  I actually still have my notes somewhere. 

I will finish with some of the stereotypes ARE true.  Smokers do tip more than non-smokers.  I think it’s because they tend to be more fun.  If someone orders 1,000 island dressing, they don’t know what they are doing.  Same with well-done steaks.  Baptists tip like shit and are rude especially after church.  And anyone who orders a Long Island Tea is either under aged, or from New Jersey, so good luck. 

But if you treat people of color and foreigners with kindness, and warmth, and an interest in treating them well, you might find that the stereotype is a reaction to bad service and NOT that certain people just don’t tip. 

Everyone’s a little bit annoying…

Some annoyances that are petty at best, but still annoy me.

Adam used to give me grief about this one.

Hi.  Do you have any reservations for tonight?  Why yes.  Yes I do.  Right now I have about 104 reservations.  Why do you ask?

What you want to know is do you have any openings for the night. 

This reminds me of being in school at the University of Kentucky and people would walk in and ask if we were building a stage.  And my professor would say, absolutely not.  The stage was built in 1946 when the building was built.  We are building scenery for a play.  And yes.  This is what color it’s going to be. 

Next one:

Do you have any tables available this week?

Yes.  Yes, I do. 

Do you want me to pick the day you are coming to eat here, or would you rather we choose.

Or they give me an assortment of dates. 

Here’s the deal.  I can move things around.  I can help you out. So give me your first pick.  And I’ll check.  If that doesn’t work, then give me your second pick.  But don’t say, any day this week. 

Next:

Don’t get pissed at me when 6:00 or 6:30 is not available.  This is when EVERYONE wants to eat.  EVERYONE. 

Next:

Know your parameters for when you want to eat. 

Every day I answer the phone and someone asks for 6:30.  I say, I can do 5:00 or 7:30 and then I have to wait while they have a conversation with 8 other people on speaker phone.  You should know if NO ONE will want to eat late.  The same thing goes for inside and outside.  Know before you call if the party is open to either. 

And please, please, please don’t be angry when you call at 4:45 and find out I don’t have room for 12 people at 5:15.  But by all means call.  Today someone called at 3:45 for a party of 11.  By 4:15 I’d booked their reservation, with our large party menu, and they loved it so much they are coming back with another large party on Friday. 

We’re in the money!!!

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while.

I work in a restaurant in a town filled with VERY, VERY wealthy people. 

Like VERY wealthy. 

Not rich. 

But WEALTHY. 

People who drive Maserati’s as their everyday car.  People who are CEO’s of fortune 500 companies.  People who have helicopters to fly them from the very, very, small private where they’ve airport just just landed their private jet, to their beach compound. 

Seriously, I asked a lady one night if she could arrange to have their helicopter pilot fly me home after work.  My drive is 45 minutes.  She didn’t balk but said, is there a school with a parking lot nearby. 

These are people with custom built yachts.  People who buy 10 million dollar beach front homes, and tear them down to build 20 million dollar beach front homes.  People who have their assistants call me to see if I know anyone who will be the family’s private chef for the summer. 

These are people who own 5 million dollar homes that sit empty all year, except for the two weeks they summer in my small town.   These are people with multiple, homes around the world that they speak of. 

But here’s the thing.

Very.  And I mean, very few of them tip more than 20% and for the most part for all of them 20% is generous.  They often don’t tip on the wine. 

Meanwhile, as I told a server tonight, who got 18% from one of these families, Adam and I go out to a restaurant, order all the things, including drinks and a bottle of wine and when the check comes we throw down 25, 30, 35% like we are the fucking Rockefellers. 

We do it every time we eat out.  Every time. 

We also hardly ever have bad service, and we never modify a dish on the menu.  The most outlandish thing we ask for is sides of mayo, or extra aioli. 

Meanwhile, the real Rockefellers are over here using their calculator to calculate 15% to the penny. 

My staff is very lucky, that although the very wealthy eat at my restaurant, MOST of the customers are me and Adam, out for a good experience who throw much more than 20% at them. 

But it does make me wonder if it’s not avocado toast we should be giving up to become rich but instead we should just tip 15% on our black American Express Cards.  (PS).  The whole time I was waiting tables, I never received 20% from a black Amex customer). 

The Worst Filets in…

Tonight was quiet at the restaurant.  Very quiet considering the numbers we did every other day this week. 

What’s funny is a year ago the numbers we did today would have been a normal Saturday night. 

It’s was so quiet that I cut a host around 7:30. 

And all was good until around 8:00 when the host receives a phone call asking to speak to the manager. 

This is never good. 

Also, I never take phone calls.  Usually, I’m just too busy. 

I’m standing there when the host answers the phone.  She asks all the questions.  Can I get your name and number? Can he return the call?  What’s it regarding?  Yes.  I’ll tell him. 

I’m told she’s calling about issues she had. 

We are slow. 

I look her up. 

I call her back.

And soon as she answers I know why she’s calling. 

Early in the evening a server had come to me to tell me that his table had not been pleased with their meal.  I knew the table as I returned a filet to them that had been undercooked. 

I also made sure to walk by again, and when I did both plates were empty. 

The server lets me know that she is saying that the food is not as good as it was the last time they were here.  I never know what to say to this.  The quality and execution of our menu has only gotten better the year that I’ve been here. 

I tell him, that I don’t understand as the plates are empty.  He says they are taking the steaks with them.

Uh?   Okay.  Then they aren’t that bad if they are taking them to go. 

He explains that he just wants to make sure I know.

20 minutes later he comes to find me to let me know that she was VERY upset that I didn’t discount the check because she was displeased with her steaks.    

Uh!  But she’s taking the steaks with her.  You don’t get pants you don’t like at Macy’s and get a discount just because you don’t like them. 

It’s this lady who is calling. 

She starts by letting me know she has been a guest at my restaurant every year since we opened.  And that she has loved it every time.  But that this year, she was very disappointed that the food was not as good and that the manager did not discount the check because they were unhappy. 

I listen, trying to be patient. 

I say to her that I’m sorry they were unhappy, but they took the steaks with them and therefore I didn’t feel they should be discounted.

She says, what was I supposed to do?  Just send it back and not eat?

No.  You send it back and let us cook you something else.

She then goes on to say that the taste of the filet was just not as good as last year. 

I listen.

And that her husband’s ribeye was full of fat. 

I listen. 

I explain that we’ve served filets all night from the same slab of meat and no one has complained.  I explain that she asked for the steak to be medium and perhaps it would have had more flavor it if cooked medium-rare as the chef suggests.  I also explain that a ribeye is supposed to be fatty.  That’s why people order it.  Because of the marbling and fat content.  Yes it’s fatty but it’s fucking delicious.  I don’t say fucking.

She continues. 


I listen.

She finally says, “So.  What are you going to do for me?”

I ask for clarification.

She says, “what are you going to do for me?’

At this point, I have to tell her NOTHING.  You ordered a steak.  You ate part of the steak.  You took the rest of the steak with you.  I’m doing nothing.

She then says that she’s not coming back.

I say, I’m sorry to hear that.

She then says she’s going to leave a bad review on Open Table.

I tell her that that would be fine with us, as we don’t use Open Table. 

She then threatens me with bad reviews on Social Media.

And I say…

And I quote…

Uh.  Mam, I’m going to tell you what I say every time this is said to me.  I will not be held hostage by the threat of a bad review.  You do as you must, but I’m not changing my position.  You ordered a steak.  You got a steak.  You took the steak home with you.  Giving you a discount is not how any of this works. 

There was silence. 

And then she hung up. 

No reviews yet. 

Here’s the thing.  We butcher all of our meat.  If we had a bad batch of filets everyone else would say the same thing.  It was slow tonight.  We still served 36 filets.  My guess is seriously, someone else would have complained.

They did not. 

So, I have to think this was her looking for a discount. 

This is okay.  But she should stick with chain restaurants.

No title for this one!!!

We were BUSY tonight. We beat our previous record for covers by almost 20 people.

The night went great for the most part. Only a couple of hiccups that were remedied rather quickly.

For my part the first hiccup was a woman, during the first turn who sent back her skirt steak as not being cooked enough.

Here’s the thing. You don’t want a well done skirt steak. You just don’t. It will be tough. And hard to cut. And very. Very. Chewy.

I got this question from a friend this week:

I have been wondering something regarding ordering at your restaurant. BTW, loved the article you shared! Whenever I finally get to Maine and I come to eat there, is it okay to tell your staff how I like my steak cooked and ask which cuts are best served that way? Since I don’t know anything about the various cuts, but know I like mine pink in the center, they can help me choose the right cut. Right?

Absofuckinglutely. Absofuckinglutely.

Ask your server.

We cover this daily.

Which cuts are lean. Which cuts are more flavorful because of the marbling. Which steaks should be eaten raw. Which will be delicious medium well.

Ask away!!!

But for the love of god don’t NOT ask and then get upset when it’s not what you want.

So this woman sends her steak back.

But here’s the thing.

She has cut the steak into about 15 pieces. I guess she kept hoping that it was more well-done as she cut it.

The chef is perplexed as to how he is supposed to put it back on the grill.

He ends up putting it on a sizzle platter. (Google it. It’s what fajitas are served on at Applebee’s).

However.

The server has already told me that the woman insisted that she did not want the same steak sent out to her. She wanted the chef to cook an entirely new steak.

Oh. Honey. That’s so sweet but that’s not how any of this works.

The Chef is not going to cook a new steak. He’s going to bring the original steak up to temp.

And that’s exactly what he did.

And the bell dings twice and I’m off to expo to pick up the steak and return it to table 36, seat 2.

I set it down in front of her saying, I hear you wanted your steak cooked up a little more?

She stares at it.

And stares at it.

And finally says, Is this the same steak? I said I didn’t want the same steak.

And her friend at seat 3 says, she doesn’t like when it’s reheated. It changes the flavor of it.

And I explain that we aren’t going to make her another steak. And this one should be perfect.

She lets me know her displeasure.

I don’t apologize. I just walk away.

They tell the servers all the way that I’ve made them angry, that they aren’t coming back. And that I need to come back and apologize or they are leaving a bad review on social media.

I tell the server what I always say: I won’t be held hostage by the threat of a bad review. Do what you need to do.

The best part is, that they asked for a to go box so they could take it with them.

I made sure to be at the door when they left.

The woman scowled at me as she left. But never said a word.

I’ll keep you posted on any reviews we receive.

Yeah. NO!!!

We were BUSY tonight. We beat our previous record for covers by almost 20 people.

The night went great for the most part. Only a couple of hiccups that were remedied rather quickly.

For my part the first hiccup was a woman, during the first turn who sent back her skirt steak as not being cooked enough.

Here’s the thing. You don’t want a well done skirt steak. You just don’t. It will be tough. And hard to cut. And very. Very. Chewy.

I got this question from a friend this week:

I have been wondering something regarding ordering at your restaurant. BTW, loved the article you shared! Whenever I finally get to Maine and I come to eat there, is it okay to tell your staff how I like my steak cooked and ask which cuts are best served that way? Since I don’t know anything about the various cuts, but know I like mine pink in the center, they can help me choose the right cut. Right?

Absofuckinglutely. Absofuckinglutely.

Ask your server.

We cover this daily.

Which cuts are lean. Which cuts are more flavorful because of the marbling. Which steaks should be eaten raw. Which will be delicious medium well.

Ask away!!!

But for the love of god don’t NOT ask and then get upset when it’s not what you want.

So this woman sends her steak back.

But here’s the thing.

She has cut the steak into about 15 pieces. I guess she kept hoping that it was more well-done as she cut it.

The chef is perplexed as to how he is supposed to put it back on the grill.

He ends up putting it on a sizzle platter. (Google it. It’s what fajitas are served on at Applebee’s).

However.

The server has already told me that the woman insisted that she did not want the same steak sent out to her. She wanted the chef to cook an entirely new steak.

Oh. Honey. That’s so sweet but that’s not how any of this works.

The Chef is not going to cook a new steak. He’s going to bring the original steak up to temp.

And that’s exactly what he did.

And the bell dings twice and I’m off to expo to pick up the steak and return it to table 36, seat 2.

I set it down in front of her saying, I hear you wanted your steak cooked up a little more?

She stares at it.

And stares at it.

And finally says, Is this the same steak? I said I didn’t want the same steak.

And her friend at seat 3 says, she doesn’t like when it’s reheated. It changes the flavor of it.

And I explain that we aren’t going to make her another steak. And this one should be perfect.

She lets me know her displeasure.

I don’t apologize. I just walk away.

They tell the servers all the way that I’ve made them angry, that they aren’t coming back. And that I need to come back and apologize or they are leaving a bad review on social media.

I tell the server what I always say: I won’t be held hostage by the threat of a bad review. Do what you need to do.

The best part is, that they asked for a to go box so they could take it with them.

I made sure to be at the door when they left.

The woman scowled at me as she left. But never said a word.

I’ll keep you posted on any reviews we receive.

Do you know who I am?

Around 8:00 tonight, I get a call on the radio to come to the host stand. 

Yes, I have a radio.  Between inside, outside, and three different areas of the indoor restaurant, I’m constantly on the move. 

I get to the host stand. 

Table 37 has been sat, but they are NOT happy.  They are telling the host that they requested a table on the patio and we have sat them inside. 

I go the I-pad and look up the reservation. 

AHHHHH. 

Yes.  This reservation. 

I remember it well. 

A woman from a neighboring resort called to make the reservation. 

She asked for a table for 5 at 7:30  I told her I only had 8:00 and that I could seat them then. 

She said she’d call back. 

She did and made the reservation.  I asked for a credit card to hold the reservation and she did not have one.  I ALWAYS ask for credit cards from hotels because they are forever making reservations for people who don’t show up. 

I told her that I would make the reservation, but to make sure her guests know when and where to be. 

We hang up.

10 minutes later the phone rings and woman tries to make a reservation for 5 at 8:00.  I start the reservation, I get the phone number and it pulls up the name of the person, who I just made a reservation for. 

I ask for clarification.  And for about 4 minutes everyone is confused as to what is happening.  I think it’s a case of 2 reservations of 5 for a 10 top.  The woman on the phone thinks there is no reservation at all. 

Turns out the hotel person, paid no attention to what I said, and told the guest they had to call to make their own reservation. 

We figure it all out. 

We hang up.

Here’s the thing.  I never told anyone they could have the patio.  In fact.  I didn’t make any patio reservations today because I knew we’d be short a bartender and I knew we needed to control the chaos. 

So they definitely did not make a patio reservation. 

However, per my new mantra of not being an asshole because I can be.  I looked at the book, found a way to make it work, went to table #37 and filled them in.  I told them that if they could wait about 15 minutes we could get them seated on the patio.  We chatted for about 3 or 4 minutes. I explained that I didn’t make any patio reservations today, and why.  And that it was the hotel concierge who made the mistake and that I fielded the phone call and that five minutes later someone called back to book it again.  She said it was her assistant and I think to myself, I want an assistant.  I ask them to give me 10 minutes and we’d get them seated. 

 And I head to the patio to make it all work.

They party of 5 arrived at the patio about 15 minutes later.   They were ecstatic over the beauty of it.  The woman was taking all sorts of photos and wanted to know if we hosted weddings.  I told her we did but the tricky part is we don’t’ really have a backup if it rains.  I chatted with them for about 10 minutes before they sat. 

I leave.  End of story.

However, I’m sitting at the chef’s table tonight when a patio server comes in to check out.  She hands me her cash out and receipts and says we had celebrities on the patio tonight!

I ask who and turns out, table #37 who moved outside are famous.  She’s a talk show host.  Her husband is a rapper.  Both were beautiful.  I had no idea who they were until I looked them up.  They were so nice and so kind and understanding.  And they tipped well. 

I’m so glad I was nice to them. 

I continue to say, I’ve met more celebrities here than I ever did in NYC.