The phone rang today at 8:45 am. The restaurant. I didn't have to be to work until 10am, so I thought it was strange. I answered it, half asleep, and was told that the server on at 9am was in the hospital, and that the restaurant needed me right away. I showered and headed in.
When I got there, who should be sitting in my section but the food critic from the aforementioned alternative weekly. Yup, he was back again. We're definitely being written up in this Wednesday's or next Wednesday's edition. He's not only checking up on dinner, but he's checking up on our brunch (which, by the way, won the AOL Cityguide's Best of 2005 award.)
So I served him again. He asked if I was tired, and we chatted a bit. I told him about the server in the hospital. After I told him that she was in the hospital, he said, "Oh, she's lying." (That's what we figured, anyway. She's either on a road trip or mixed some muscle relaxers with booze, knowing her.) The guy seemed real happy with everything. He said, "I'll see you later, my friend" when he left. I hope we get a good review because, if we don't, there's no blaming someone's else's shitty service for a poor review. It was all me.
Afterwards, Zack and I headed out for some dark and stormies. I had three in a little over an hour - enough to get a good Sunday buzz on, and wish I had someone to continue the drinking with. Zack had to go, and my five calls to possible friends came up fruitless, and now I'm home, half buzzed up, and blogging. Talk about a letdown.
That, and the Tigers lost their first game today.
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