Just say no to LARD!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Tonight I was standing at the kitchen window, checking in to make sure all was well.

A server approached the window and asked the chef a question, that I could not hear.

He answered, and I could hear his answer.

So I asked the server and the chef what was going on…it’s kind of my job to know these things.

Table 37 had asked if we used LARD in our empanadas. Chef had told the server no. We do not. She had reappeared, with his new cookbook in hand to show him that for the empanadas in the cookbook one of the ingredients was lard.

He laughed out loud at this.

Then explained that the recipe in the book was NOT the recipe we followed in the restaurant.

He further explained that the recipe in his cookbook was his father’s family’s recipe, that he’d grown up with. They cooked their empanadas in Argentina in lard.

Here in America (emphasis on America) we bake them, with olive oil. He assured her there was no lard used for empanadas.

As she walked away, I told her that I would deliver the message to Table 37. They found it very funny that we used a different recipe, but explained that they don’t eat lard and so they were worried. I shared that the chef was impressed that they’d looked it up in the cookbook.

They had a great meal.

I checked in with them on their way out and they’d had a great time.

You’re so NICE!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Tonight was another busy one for us.

Beat last week’s Friday number by 5 or 6 people.  Revenue was way higher than last week, meaning people were ordering more. 

Around 8:00 I checked in at the door to see how many more people we had to seat. 

The hosts commented that it was a smooth night.  I suggest that they not say that till everyone has left.  So that no one would yell at me tonight. 

One of the hosts continued, it’s not just that it was smooth.  It was REALLY smooth and EVERYONE was SOOOOO nice. 

She was not wrong.  EVERYONE was nice tonight.  And I do mean EVERYONE.  Every table that had a recook was more than generous with their praise and understanding. 

I connected with so many people tonight and they were all wonderful. 

Table 12 in the second turn who left a message today begging for a table for his anniversary.  He used the code word Acapulco, which is the word his wife said a year ago that I should use the next time she is being bitchy.  Of course I got them a table.  He was so grateful.

The lady at table F-1 who called at 3:00 looking for a table for 4.  I had one opening and it was at the chef’s table.  I explained that it was a high top but right in front of the kitchen so they’d get a bird’s eye view of the action.  She asked me NOT to seat her there because she thought it was horrible table.  I assured her she would love it.  She was ecstatic when I checked in with her after they’d gotten their drinks and ordered.  So happy to have been able to see the kitchen. 

It rained again for exactly 15 minutes from 4:35 to 4:50.  When they say it’s a 9% chance of rain it means not likely but not impossible.  My staff killed it.  They cleared all the tables in 2 seconds.  Then at 5:00 they all worked together to dry the tables, get them reset, and we opened the patio at 5:10.  AND.  NOT one person insisted on being sat before we opened, and they didn’t ask for drinks which was great as I needed my bar staff to help us reset. 

I had a lovely 15 minute conversation with a table by the fire pit (it was lit tonight, I came home smelling liking I’d been camping for a week), about where we source our wood, what kind it is (white, kiln dried oak) and how we store it.  I told them they should definitely pay extra for the kiln dried.  It was 100% worth it, which led to a conversation about the things people spend money on and what they don’t.  His wife said she’d rather eat out every day getting amazing food, than trade in her 2007 car.  I said that we hire someone to mow our lawn because I’d rather have a root canal than have to do it on my day (emphasis ONE day). 

There were 4 bros that stopped me to ask about the chef and our Argentine food.  (Turns out they are a friend of a friend, and work for an agency that might have deleted some text messages a few months ago.  I did not ask about that).  BUT.  I did get to geek out about the chef and the food and the grills and the Josper, and the wood and the service and the passion we all have at work.  I seriously could talk all day about our kitchen, food and staff.   I recommended a filet for seat 4 and a NY strip for seat 1. 

Around 5:15 Jen comes to me and says that I’d walked past table 11 and they wanted to say something to me, but I wasn’t paying attention and kept walking, so I perhaps should stop by.  I go over, and I have no fucking idea who they are.  We talk.  She asks about the pork chop or the skirt steak.  I love both a lot.  I said, she should get the skirt medium rare.  And she did and she loved it.  After I spoke to them, I went to the host stand to look at their reservation.  AHHHH.   I know who she is.  She’s the chicken parm lady.  I spoke to her family last fall.  They come up three or four times a year from New Jersey and have been eating at the restaurant since it opened.  We used to have chicken parm on the menu.  It was a FAVORITE of everyone.  Chef has an Italian food background as well.  She begged and pleaded last time she was in to get chicken parm.  So I made a guest note so I’d remember who she was.  After their dinner I stopped by to ask how she liked her skirt steak and to tell her I’d remembered after I walked a way that she was Chicken Parm Lady.  Her husband thought it was hysterical.  I told her I’d made that note in her profile when we spoke last.  I chatted with them for about 15 minutes.  About food.  Life.  She wants to move here.  Her husband does not.  She asked if I’d hire her as a server if she moved.  I asked if she could start on Wednesday.  She joked that she’d just move without him and I said, that I was going to take my leave before I had to put a note in their profile that said, I’d broken up the marriage on table 11 over Chicken Parm. 

We had lots of regulars in tonight. 

The older couple who have been eating with us for years.  Her husband had a stroke during Covid and they come and sit at the bar because the bartender takes great care of them and even cuts up his steak because his hands shake.

Our neighbor across the street was in with his family tonight. 

The owner of our payroll/accounting firm was in tonight with his family.

The couple from Mass who eat with us every 10 days or so were in with their daughter. 

The young couple who eat with us once a week and tip outrageously.  (Unfortunately they did NOT pay the check tonight). 

The owner of a local restaurant was in with her family. 

It was such a wonderful evening.  Only a couple of hiccups.  They were big ones, but I can’t write about them here. 

It was nice to be nice all night. 

Check in with me tomorrow to see if I jinxed myself. 

4 out of 5 dentists say…

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

We go a bad survey tonight.

Seems the guest thought we didn’t do enough to celebrate his daughter’s one year wedding anniversary they were celebrating.

Two things:

First, I don’t know what they wanted? We gave them a card saying happy anniversary, thanking them for celebrating with us. Did they need a shout out? See my earlier post.

And.

It’s creepy that someone celebrated their one year anniversary with their parents. This is all still new. Have a quick dinner and go home and have sex.

I’m not sure having dinner with my wife’s parents would have been my idea of how to celebrate.

Meanwhile they gave us a 57 percent on the survey.

I’d hate to see what happens when she’s not picked to head the 3rd grade book drive.

Survey Says…

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Speaking of surveys.

Got this one tonight.

We sat outside – Part of the experience I’d offer is preparation of a simple fire pit. The draw of sitting outside is smelling the FIRE – duh! It adds to the senses and “ambiance” even anticipation of a tomahawk on the table! Are you feeling me here !?!? On certain nights I’d experiment with a steel guitar or simple acoustic background. Overall the chef has a solid menu and we look forward to hosting events in the future. Cheers! Christopher

Uh.

It rained tonight. Till about 30 minutes before we opened. Rain makes firewood wet. Which in turns makes it hard to light. So perhaps next timeschedule your reservation on a night when it doesn’t rain. On those night we WILL have a fire going.

As for music. You don’t understand our branding. You don’t understand it at all. We definitely would never host a steel guitar.

As for hosting events, I have no idea what you’re speaking of.

But okay.

It’s your birthday!!!

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Server edition!!!

I have been working a lot since I returned from my little working vacation. And luckily the restaurant is busy again. And when I say busy I mean busy. As you know the place I work isn’t fine dining. It’s what a friend of mine calls “slinging hash.” So to make money I have to turn my tables, give awesome service and hope like hell that people tip. Tonight the restaurant was a zoo. And it was like that at 5:00 when I started my shift. In the first 60 minutes of working tonight I sold over 500 dollars worth of food and drinks. (Edit: It’s 15 dollar cheeseburgers and 7 dollar beers) That’s as much as I sold in one whole shift in the days before I left for Maine. And to tell you how much I was running, I was selling alcohol two to one to food. I was at the bar more tonight than I was at my tables.

And I would love to tell you that I made a million bucks. But unfortunately the bad tippers were out tonight. I calculated that I was stiffed on almost 500 dollars in sales tonight. If you do the math that’s somewhere between 75 and 100 dollars that I should have walked home with. Not that I’m complaining. When you are in it for the volume, you still make a decent amount of money.

The real fun of the evening was looking up to discover my roommate and two of his friends waiting for a table in my section. I had been telling him he should stop in since I started work and he finally took me up on my offer. Of course he got there seconds before I had to do the thing I hate most about my job. A birthday shout out. Ugh. You have to get the dessert, get the candles, go to the table, make the guest stand on a chair and then announce their birthday to the restaurant. (You literally shout at the top of your lungs. HEY CAN I GET EVERYONE’S ATTENTION? THIS IS SAM AND TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY. ON THE COUNT OF THREE CAN EVERYONE WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ONE! TWO! THREE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!)M You can’t imagine how much I hate this. It’s so bad that some servers just refuse to do it. (EDIT: Sometimes servers would pay me to do it for them). I figure if it’s the difference between 15 percent and 25 percent it’s worth it. Of course I never give the free birthday dessert. If you want me to announce your birthday, then you damn well have to order and pay for dessert. Other wise, I hope your mom sent you a card.

And now for the best questions I get asked as a server. Actually they are a series of questions, that I will follow with my answers.

1. Do you know where the bathroom is? No, today is my first day and they haven’t shown me where they are.

2. Do you have a bathroom? No, but Starbucks is just across the street. I’ll tell your server you’ll be gone for a few minutes.

3. Where are the toilets? In the bathroom.

Ah, the fun of serving the public.

Edit: At my current restaurant, when I started the servers would sometime sing. That no longer happens. We’ll happily serve you a dessert with a candle in it. That’s about it).

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.