Last night my wife, Hellboy Josh and I decided to go into Rockland for a some sushi. I am not too familiar with sushi jargon, but the last time that I dined in this establishment, our waiter was very good in recommending a well rounded selection. So this is what I expected this time, but what we got was a waiter that seem to be really lonely and needed a friend.
After recommending a beer for about 10 minutes, we said that we would like to try a little taste of everything. So with that, he started a 10 minute lesson on what is in each one of our treats. By this time he had not become annoying, as of yet, but as the night wore on it got crazy. Now let me say here that he wasn't a bad person just annoying. He seem to be back at our table every three minutes, and stayed for 10. This type of service in not the norm up here in Maine. The service you get most of the time, is that you are seated at your table and the waiter says "I'll be right back to take your drink orders." and that is the last time you see them. It's like they were abducted by aliens or they decided to leave for vacation just after the greeted you.
After a while a good conversation that we were all having, turned to talking about our waiter for the rest of the night. But the best, or should I say the most annoying point, was when our buddy the waiter, gave us the check, and stood there while we filled out the tip. Now in Willie's world this is the time the waiter should disappear for a while so you can judge his work and fill in an appropriate amount. But no, he stood there and talked about how he can spot a table that will not tip appropriately. The pressure was on.
So if you need a pal that has loads of information on every type of sushi, I have got a buddy for you.
P.S. By the way, in two weeks we are all going on vacation together to Japan.
2 comments:
At least you got a good blog out of your experience!
Standing over your shoulder while you fill in the tip...tacky.
I loved the awkward silence that still didn't make him wander off. I was annoyed during dinner but when he lingered during the tip; wowee...bad practice. The irony is we both tipped him twenty percent.
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