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Ready To Order!


I've noticed that there's a fine line between being ready to order with your server, and just wanting to sit at the table for an eternity and talk.  Because there have been many occasions when I have gone up to the table to take an order and then be waved away and told,

"We haven't even looked at the menus yet.  Give us a few more minutes, we're catching up."

So I oblige.  Only to be waved back to the table and scolded.

"We need to order!  And we're in a hurry!"

It's hard enough sometimes trying to judge when is the best time to interrupt a conversation at a table to tell the specials and take an order, so perhaps it's best to save the "reunion" conversation til after you've given me your order.

These also seem to be the same people who think a certain way.  I'm talking about people who have homes that are over 3500 square feet.  And that's probably just there "second home."  These  people expect certain treatment, the kind where I can magically appear when they are finally ready to order, and quickly disappear when they can't bare to see me anymore.

What do you expect to have me say when you tell me,

"I can't taste the alcohol in my drink.  Tell the bartender to put more in it!" one lady demanded.

"It's a vodka martini.  It's all alcohol.  That's why your drink is so clear," I explained.

"Well then I want to order a different drink that has more alcohol."

"Might I suggest a vodka martini?"

"Fine!  And we're ready to order!"


Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.

"Bitter.  Party of 1?  Your table is ready."
 

The Bitter Bistro




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