People are constantly reminding me that I should keep these posts more positive. That I come across too crabby and negative. I suppose. I am at least willing to admit that I am often critical of my dining experiences. But I understand that my standards are high. Perhaps. It is even more likely that my expectations…
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The Little Things
Little things mean a lot. I think that might be the title of an old song. Regardless, it is true nonetheless. Little things can make the difference. The difference between success and failure. The difference between profitability and loss. The difference between a customer’s good experience or bad. Both good and bad The little things…
UGH (Sigh)
Ugh. I am not quite sure how to spell that. The urban dictionary tells me that this is the correct way, but it just doesn’t seem right. I feel the need to add the letter ‘H’ a few more times to do it justice. You know what I am talking about. You’ve heard it a…
Date Night
So my wife and I are on a date. Please bear in mind that I work nights, and we have teenagers, so the date night does not come around as often as we would like. Well, as often as I would like. I can’t speak for my wife. Burnt-orange peel We walk in to a…
My Students Blame Me
My students, like my own kids before them, and my poor dear wife long before that, have from time to time maybe occasionally sometimes perhaps accused me of ruining dining out for them. My students tell me, because of what they have learned in my class, that they can no longer enjoy themselves when they…
Write it Down
Please When I was younger (much younger), and a bit more tolerant of the unseasoned diner (yes there was a time–although my kids would never believe that), I worked at a posh, (that word was used at one time), Beverly Hills steak house. Tableside service. Salad tossing. Beef carving. Desserts flambe. I could memorize a party of eights’…
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