I’m sitting at The Abyss enjoying a cup of cappuccino. Unfortunately the wireless access here is locked, so I will have to post this later.
It was a typical busy Friday night- lots of people running around panicking, but overall it was fairly smooth. I was in a decent section, but for some reason kept getting cheap people Everyone was talking politics (something I always smile enigmatically about and ignore) and no one was buying decent wine, but at least they were mostly friendly.
Except for my last table. Extremely cheap, two of the four had appetizers as entrees. The women were obnoxious; one of the men had to actually tell his wife to stop talking so that he could hear me. And then it came time for dessert. Our restaurant is one of the many that now offer trendy mini desserts; not a difficult concept to sell in theory. Official steps of service say that we have to bring over the tray of desserts to further entice diners into buying one, so that’s what I was doing. I explained each dessert in detail, and the women talked over me. They them had me repeat the entire thing. They then asked about each dessert three times.
People frustrate the crap out of me sometimes.
Where’d you guys go?! I wanna hear more crazy restaurant stories!