I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I’ve been back down south for over a year now. 

And I’ve reconnected with lots of people who used to come to my restaurant.

But, every once in a while I think to myself I wonder if this person, or that couple still comes to our little town.

For example there is the couple I met one winter, who became regulars, who were staying in the hotel.  They were there because he’d just gotten out of the hospital after recovering from a heart attack.  He was 53.  His doctor told him to change his ways or else.  So they’d leave the kids at home and he and his wife would come visit.  He’d eat salmon, and drink iced tea.  And try to be healthy. 

There was the older couple who used to own a group of liquor and wine stores in Massachusetts.   They came all year.  One day, they show up with a bottle of really, really expensive bubbles and give it to me.  I thanked them and asked why they were giving it to me.  They said because the last time they had dined with us, I’d told them that we were having a wedding.  They thought that Adam and I had gotten married.  We had a big laugh when I explained that the restaurant was hosting a wedding, and that Adam has yet to say yes. 

There is also the couple that I met one night after the man sat at our bar for four hours insisting that his date was going to show up.  He had dinner.  And a few drinks.  And a few more drinks.  His date, who was his wife, showed up right before closing.  He introduced me and I ended up getting them dinner reservation for the next night at a sister property.  They continued to come back and shared later that they had conceived their daughter that night.  Turns out they’d had a big fight and eaten dinner separately.  I have not seen them since I started my new job. 

And there was the family who would come in three or four times a summer.  A mom, a dad and three boys.  The whole family was beautiful. The couple was mixed race.  And their sons were perfect.     Remarkably attractive.  Straight out of a magazine.

And what would you know that I looked up at the door tonight and the wife was standing in front of me.  And I might have fangirled out over it and I’m 99% sure that I made her uncomfortable. 

But I told her that since I’d been back in town there were people I wondered about occasionally and it was finally nice to see them again.  Her sons were no longer boys.   They were young men.  At least one of them was old enough to drink now.  (We hope).  And my two hosts were in love.  They were model, beautiful.   Seriously, any of the three could be on a runway. 

It was so great to see the whole family.    

They were so nice and I hope they had a good time. 

And I’m sure I made them uncomfortable.