restaurant chivalry.

Dinner last night was wood-fired-oven pizza, a basil-infused vodka lemonade, and good company, including a new person who might become a local friend at some point. My mood, unfortunately, careened between pleasant, peckish, and plum-irritated.

I am not taken in by, nor do I feel special when I am finally seated in, restaurants that do not take reservations.

The owner and I got into a little altercation about the nature of chivalry while waiting for the bathroom. He was there first, but decreed that I should go next. I demurred, stating that chivalry goes both ways, and I'd gladly open the door for him if the situation came up. He "won" the argument by stating that as the owner of the restaurant, he couldn't allow me to wait for him, and then leaving before the bathroom opened up. Which was weird, but whatever.

It was only later that I realized what bugged me so much about his faux sacrifice (gender implications notwithstanding). Sure, he let me go first. But to my mind, true chivalry would have been implementing a reservations system so that none of his guests would need to wait for an hour before being seated.

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#1  26 May 2006 - 08:23

 

right on sister! nc

Mo'nonymous

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