I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Things I thought I might write about tonight!

How table 21 is possessed by evil.

How a table ordered 7 things that aren’t on our menu.

How the old people at table 55 cancelled their order, as it was being plated, because it was taking too long. All the while their kids and grandkids protested with the son saying as he paid for the drinks, I don’t know where or what we are supposed to eat now.

How a candidate I interviewed for AGM today showed up during service, ordered a glass of wine and wanted to chat about POS systems.

How I made my first cosmo in years. And it was sent back.

How I had friends that I met 10 years ago at David’s the night Laura Ray turned the lights off in the dining room show up to see me at the bar. I had not seen them since 2018.

But no.

In the shower tonight I realized I had to discuss table 23.

Table 23.

Who arrived late.

Asked the host while they were being seated if we had a window seat.

I’m glad it wasn’t me because I’d have said do you see one? There wasn’t an empty table to be had.

Instead you were sat at table 23. Triple seating the server.

Then you were annoyed the server was slow getting to you.

Then you ordered a glass of wine that took a while because I only had one bartender tonight.

You then asked the server a question about the ceviche.

Then you insulted her when she didn’t know the answer.

So to prove your point, you asked to speak with me.

You reminded me that I know you, or actually your son, and the. Asked me the same question about the ceviche.

Which I couldn’t answer.

Should I know?

Of course.

But the day we went over these things I was writing a schedule.

I found out the answer. Sent the information with the server.

But you continued to chastise her for the rest of your meal.

At one point asking her how long she’d been waiting tables and insulting her when she answered over 2” years.

For the rest of the meal you hated everything.

The ceviche was too spicy.

You stalled the French fries sad.

You said the flower arrangements were horrible.

You mentioned a dozen times how much better the old restaurant is.

And then I was busy in the kitchen so couldn’t speak to you on your way out.

And then because you can’t buy class you wrote a horrible note on the bottom of your credit card slip and left 10%.

I’ll repeat you can’t buy class.

But here’s my take.

Yes we both should have known the answer. But you’re holding a smart phone. Look up the answer don’t abuse my staff.

Yes the old restaurant is better. It’s 5 weeks from being 5 years old.

4.9 years ago but was not. From what I’ve been told the word shit show would have been generous.

It was figured out.

The new restaurant will be figured out.

The only way to figure it out is by doing what we are doing.

Big restaurants have the money to figure it out first.

Small restaurants do not.

But.

Don’t be a dick.

Don’t be mean.

And

When all else fails be nice.