Life is a Rorschach Test
During college I worked as a waiter in gourmet restaurants. While the work was past paced and non-stop (definitely no breaks!), it was fun and paid well, especially considering that I only worked a few nights a week.
After working my way up, I was hired by a restaurant considered to be one the best in the city. The required uniform was a tuxedo. White gloves were slipped on for cooking table side items, which accounted for about 40% of the menu offerings. We were often a destination for those celebrating a special occasion.
One night when we were completely booked, another member of the wait staff called in sick. Everyone was assigned an extra table or two as a result. The restaurant was divided into three dining rooms, and while I usually worked the back room, my extra table was M2 (second table middle room). The truth of the old cliche "out of sight, out of mind" was about to take its toll on my normally very conscientious and attentive service.
After my regular tables filled, a 30-something couple was seated at the out of the way table M2. The hostess alerted me and I greeted them, took their drink order and promptly delivered their drinks. Unfortunately, this was the last time that evening that the word "prompt" would aptly describe the service they received.
Sometime later I realized that I had neglected to check back with them to take their order. I rushed to the table and found them, menus down, clearly ready to order. They ordered soup, a Caesar salad, Dover Sole and Bananas Foster for dessert. Why do I remember this in such detail so many years later? [Read more ...]