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I respect it. I'm not looking to be served by an outright asshole, but I'm no fan of servility or unnecessary deference. As long as he gets the job done, he's welcome at the table any time. Hell, join us for the meal, make light conversation about the history of the place. It'd be memorable.
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this in another post, but I was in Paris one afternoon and stopped off at one of the Hard Rock Cafes - I like the memorabilia, and rather than buy fridge magnets from my travels, I try and get a Hard Rock Cafe shirt. Anyway...
The waiter comes up, and I'm battling through in basic French, trying to be careful and not be another tourist that made an arse of it, and generally doing my absolute best to not annihilate the beautiful language I was trying to converse in.
I ended one of the sentences with "je suis desole, mon Français est vraiment mauvais", a crude bit of self-awareness and a nod to an understanding that it wasn't perfect.
The waiter says in accented English "yes, your French is a bit shit"
I laughed and appreciated the honesty; he laughed because he got to rip the piss out of a Brit; and we all lived happily ever... except for my bank account, because fuck me drinks in the city centre were pricey.
Anyway, I like staff who are direct and don't fuck about.
Our families thing was finding hard rock cafe t shirts from places that very definitely do not have an actual hard rock cafe. I think my dad's "Hard Rock Cafe Bujumbura"(capital city of Burundi) is the winner.
Brilliant. I never thought of collecting comedy knock-off stuff like that!
If I had the time and effort, it would probably be quite a good business idea too, particularly if mixed in with geek culture. Hard Rock Cafe Alderaan; Hard Rock Cafe Pallet Town; Hard Rock Cafe D'ni; Hard Rock Cafe Winterfell etc etc.
When I was a little kid I had one from Entenhausen (Duckburg)
Hard Rock Cafes can sometimes be kind of hidden gems, surprisingly. But they are quite pricey because of the brand and memorabilia.
They are owned by the Seminole Tribe of Florida since 2018, which I find notable.
We had that once in Germany, the restaurant was right besides an old piece of the former wall between east and west Germany. The waitress, an elderly women, was not just incredibly kind but when we were eating our second course she asked us if we cared to know more about East Germany and how it was like living there. In the end we were drinking our coffee besides multiple old books full of pictures from this region. Absolutely amazing experience.
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everything
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power move
4 lines for one sentence. What a power move!
Sarcastically commenting on formatting. What a power move!
Using exclamation marks, what a power move!
I wet my pants, what a power move!
Dropping news of hot action in your pants, what a power move!
Oh, a power move, what a power move!
Talking about power moves, what a power move!
Talking about talking about power moves is such a power move.
Talking about talking, what a power move!
Running a joke into the ground; what a power move!
I don't even know anymore what we are talking about, but something tells me, it's a power move!
Add the Riker manoeuvre in and you reached peak power as a waiter.
I've legitimately seen it. Takes charisma. And the right setting and mood.
The introvert in me hates it, but the people pleaser in me smiles and goes along with it
Saw something like that exactly once at a pizza place. Not particularly swanky, but good food, been there a few times. One time, there was this waiter hustling about that would straight up squat down next to tables to take the order, shoulders barely at table height, absolutely charming guy. 10/10 would order from a squatting waiter again.
My absolute favorite restaurant experience was like this. At a Hooters back in 20005 and the waitress plopped down in the booth with us and started complaining about working at the place, how she had to work because some other girl called in sick who totally isn't sick and then noted how she cut her hand at work the night before. Quite a difference from the normal manufactured/fake experience you get there. I definitely tipped her well. Would do again.
Excuse me, but I think your time machine is parked in my bicycle spot.
What's hooters?
Edit. I just searched it. It seems... ... offensive
Edit 2. Offensive, as in, taking advantage of these women. I couldn't care less about their dress code
Yeah it’s incredibly tacky and gross. But the food is horrible.
Some people just need to sit for medical reasons. I knew one until they died because they got too tired :(
As a former waiter. If its casual dining, you want to foster a friendly atmosphere where you're relaxed and approachable. Obviously if it's a couple or someone on their own I never would but for families or small groups it's a good way to lower that barrier where people think they can't ask for things or make requests.
Going to restaurants in America seems like such a hassle.
I get fucked by it every time, where I live service is kinda sub-par, you're lucky if they say hello to you and if by some misfortune you're not ready to order when they come over for it, you'll see them again in 3 to 5 business days. So when I go to Canada (fuck going to the US, I used to for work but thankfully that's not needed anymore), the servers are being so nice etc because they want the tips, and my dumbass just falls for it every time, I'm amazed by the service and leave way too much tip, I only start adjusting by the end of the trip and by then I'm already resenting the whole thing because it's obviously all just fake as fuck.
This is what I'm referring to. I'm there for the food and the company I bring. Leave me the fuck alone.
Depends on the place. I remember the waitresses at buffalo wild wings would always do this. Still a power move I guess, just in a different way
I went to a Hooters once where our waitress kept almost sitting down at our table.
Like one of the stools was empty, and she would move as if she was going to sit in it, which isn't much since the stools were tall. But then she wouldn't actually sit down.
It was confounding, but I'm sure she did it on purpose.
As a server I used to do this all the time. If I got a vibe like "we're all here to have a good time together" and I had some slack to chit chat, I'd take a seat., Or "we're really going to need some help ordering", then I'd sit down and turn the ordering into a collaboration.
This was a brew pub with 40 taps, so it was casual, and for some folks just picking a beer was a journey.