Don’t think it is possible to reverse a trend that has been years in the making. When you get old like me, you reflect back on the years and try to see how you got from there to here. It can be an interesting thing to ponder. That arc of our lives.
How did I ever become that guy who is so critical of restaurant experiences? The thing is, I still love to go out to eat, and I still know how to have a good time when I do go out. However, I am afraid that if some alien landed on this planet today, and for some reason decided to read this blog, I would not be looked on in a favorable light.
Whine, whine, whine
I wasn’t always this way. Just ask my wife. Hmm, maybe you’d better not. Perhaps, instead I can blame it on this blog writing thing–at least some of it.
Like the rest of us, I have a finite amount of time left on this planet. How can I assure myself of a good time til it’s all over? I am tired of my daughter making sure that I sit facing a wall whenever we go out, so I can’t see what is going on in the restaurant. I am tired of being the only one who notices that the poor old woman sitting over in the corner is being completely ignored by her server. I am tired of being the one who notices that the hostess is putting way more energy in to flirting with the bartender, than she is to the six people standing at the front door wondering if they are to seat themselves or wait for help…
I owe it to my wife
So, how can I find a way to create content for this blog, content which I kid myself in to believing is often useful for restaurant owners–many of whom don’t have a clue as to what they are doing–without having it interrupt a good time? How can I do that, but at the same time make sure I am still enjoying myself? That I am still pleasant company for my dear, better half?
I have appealed to you before–the two people who read this thing–and yet, I am still waiting for answers…