All we knew about the anonymous food critic was that she was an older Jewish woman, and that she said she'd be in this week. She emphasizes her anonymity, and attempts to go ingonito. But we were on the lookout for older Jewish women. And we got a lot of them tonight. And, while I tend to think that I'm pretty nice to all my tables, you want to be extra careful if you're waiting on a food critic, right?

If you've forgotten, I've waited on a food critic before. This is "my" paragraph of the positive review, which occurred last year sometime: The service is better now then I remember, when it was relaxed to the point of catatonia. Our waiter obligingly kept our meal at a leisurely pace, and smoothly helped us arrange what could have been a complicated meal. Nearly everything on the wily menu tempts, and considering the café’s origins in Slavic stolidity, there’s evidence of playfulness—a grilled marlin salad with spicy mango vinaigrette and Asiago cheese, a raspberry-glazed filet mignon.

It turns out that the four old people probably weren't it; even though they kept asking me about the place, it just wouldn't make sense for three of them to get the same meal if they were really critiquing the place.

I don't know if I waited on her tonight, but I do know I had a bit of an off-night. The new setup is taking some getting used to. My bartender was inexperienced and slow. It was busy and I fell behind at times. But I walked with $150, so all is well.

So tired, though. The inexperienced bartender couldn't get the drawer balanced until midnight. She felt really bad and apologized over and over again, but finally we got it figured out.

One new stereotype I'd like to introduce to the world of tipping: in the last two Sundays, I've waited on middle class white families who I can tell are very religious just from the first moment of conversation - they look like they're dressed in their Sunday best. Then, they actually both sat and prayed (loudly) in the restaurant after they were served. This happened both weeks. I've decided that whenever open prayer happens in the restaurant, then I might as well just know I'm not going to get a tip. Today, the bill was $38.69, and they left $3.31. Last week, the bill was $68, and they left $6. So, super religious people are bad tippers, if you believe the trend of my last two weeks.