I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Day 7 is in the books at the new restaurant.

The last two days have been special.

I no longer know everyone in the dining room.

And every second person that walks in let’s me know they are locals.

They then ask questions about the restaurant.

Not one of these people knows me.

Which means one of about a half dozen things.

They are local but just moved in last Tuesday.

They are local but the don’t venture off their street.

They are local but have a bad memory.

They are local but don’t like steak.

They are local but NEVER eat out.

They are local but only for three weeks a year.

Here’s the thing.

I’ve worked in this town for 7 of the past 10 years.

So.

And for the last two less than a mile from you.

And.

I have missed at best 15 days in the last two years.

So I’m pretty sure you should at least know my face.

But you were strangers tonight.

I was discussing this with someone who is not a local but does have a home here. She was in with her family. They dine with us several times a month when they are in town.

I said all of the things above.

And I mentioned that not only would you know me, but I’d know you.

I’d know your kid was just accepted to BU. I’d know your house had electrical problems a month ago. I’d know the car you drove to Boston has a leak in the roof. I’d know you’re about to have your fourth boy and are no longer going to try for a girl. I’d know you were the captain of the Harvard football team and your parents were both addicts. I’d know you have known your wife since 8th grade.

I mentioned this and included the part of missing fifteen days.

And the son said, does that include when you had your gall bladder removed.

And with that proved my point.

And if you do live down the street. And you don’t eat out. You are not our demographic.

Eating with us once a year will not keep us on business.