Monday, March 06, 2006

Fancy Restaurants

The fancier the restaurant you go to, the longer the wait will be. They may have plenty of open tables available, but you can't use them until you've waited long enough to appreciate how nice the restaurant is. Even dressing nice like the rest of the patrons will not accelerate your time to the seat.
Just the other day I went to a nice restaurant for lunch with some friends. You could tell it was nice because the sign in the front said "Shoes and Shirts required" and the smoking section was screened off from the civil folk by some chicken wire and wagon wheels. The decorations in the place were just another of the niceties that added to the ambiance.
I was sure we were in for some good fixin's based on the chalkboard sign listing the specials o' the day. Blackened fish and mystery meat. I asked if it was blackened catfish, but couldn't get a straight answer, just like in any swanky French place.
When our waitress came around she introduced herself using her real name. We could tell because her overalls had the same name stitched across the pocket. She brought us out some salads and cold drinks while they fixed our lunches.
We never made it to the main course. You come to expect a certain level of quality in a fine eating establishment, but when they brought out my salad I bit into, and the bread was all stale and hard.

3 comments:

Birding is Fun! said...

Good one! I feel like the story wasn't supposed to end so abruptly.

Big Morty said...

Well, I just got up and walked out. Do you expect me to eat stale bread products?

Dakrat said...

Um, they're supposed to be that way. Us edumacated folk call them cretins... or was that the pruney looking guy on Star Treck? I forget.