(Re post from October 5th, 2007.)
"Euro-summer" is over.-- To those who have never worked in the "service industry," that is the time from June to the middle of September where our "friends" from Europe venture forth to the land of the free to vacation, dine and complain.
The one thing that they forget to pack in the carry-on, is the "European to-the-rest-of-the-World" dictionary. I understand that English is not everyone's first language, so I would not expect a bartender/ server in a restaurant, in a foreign country to be able to speak it fluently. But when I can't speak French, in my own country, I now have somehow disgraced my nation, and my forefathers because I cannot understand how you want your eggs cooked. By the way, in President Bush's next "State of the Union" address, he is going to announce the ground-breaking discovery we've made with eggs here in America. Scrambled. Poached. Omelettes.--What!? No way! We won't cure Diabetes for the next century, but our "foreign friends" will now be offered the luxury of choice when it comes to how they have their eggs prepared. "Sunnyside up" is going out like Napoleon.
I would try my best to communicate with customers who couldn't speak English, but many felt the need to SHOUT their orders at me. As if suddenly... the YELLING would flip the fluency switch in my brain. Apparently I am multi-lingual... but only at higher decibels.
And "NO!," tip is not included. If you believe it is... you also believe that OJ is innocent.
Remember, Bartenders/Servers don't pay their rent with compliments.
Until next time,
Bitter? Party of one. Your table is ready.