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Restaurant Tips 

By Cathy Hall

I was all set to hang up my oven mitt when my three grown kids descended upon me for the summer. A glitch, as it were, in my plan of tastetesting every restaurant in my little corner of the world. But sooner or later, those kids will have to leave, right? And then I’m putting to use all the eating-out lessons I’ve gleaned from my older-butwiser parents.

Tipping. My dad is personally affronted whenever he goes to a restaurant where the check has the tip figured out for you, based on how generous you want to be. My daughter, the former-waitress, has explained that this service is not to goad the patron into giving a humongous tip (as Dad contends) or the restaurant’s way of calling you a nitwit (also as Dad contends). Maybe you are a cheap nitwit, but that’s your own business. The restaurant’s business should be serving food, not figuring out complicated math percentages. So, Dad will do his own figuring, thank you very much (which usually includes figuring where he’ll eat the next time).

Waiting. If Dad is going to wait for food, it better be something worth waiting for. Something exotic, like yak’s tongue, or something out-of-this-world, like alien eyeball soup. Life is too short to be sitting around, waiting for a meat and two. So if Dad orders the special of the day, say chicken, green beans and squash, he expects that food to arrive pronto. Unless the chicken comes all the way from Venus. He’d probably wait about 20 minutes for that.

Does it come with the meal? My mom always wants to know exactly what comes with the meal. She won’t order anything extra, you see, but if an appetizer or salad or dessert comes with the meal, she dang sure won’t leave ‘til she gets all that’s coming to her. Once, she and dad were sitting in a restaurant when a car barreled through the establishment’s front window.

"Oh, my Lord,” I said. “What did you do?”

“I finished my peach cobbler,” she replied. “It came with the meal, you know.” 

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Cathy Hall is a freelance writer who loves to get published. Read her blog at cathychall.blogspot.com if you want to find out where she meets Fame and Fortune along the way. 

 

 

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