Dear waiter,
I know that your restaurant serves topnotch steaks and the black truffle creamed spinach is to die for, but please don’t repeat the following next time I visit your restaurant with clients (or friends, for that matter):
- Say “that’s the way it’s going to be” when I complain about the stifling heat (everyone at the table agreed), but reassure me that the heat will be turned down when the wait staff becomes too warm.
- Pour me a taste of our second bottle of three-figure wine and then proceed to dump the remaining portion of the taste in my original class. Also, don’t top off my original glass with wine from the new bottle just when the first bottle was (finally!) opening up.
- Add tap water to my glass of $7.50/bottle still water. And after said tap water is added to still water, don’t act like my client is crazy when he complains about the ice.
- Tell my client caustically and unapologetically that his profiteroles will not be arriving because you forgot to place the order.
- Serve tea without milk or cream.
- Serve cheesecake larger than my head (ok, this was not your fault).
Four-star prices deserve four-star service.
Thank you,
listgirl
Dear List Girl,
I have to say – I have lived in New York City a long time and have never come across anyone with such a discerning palete. It sounds like you must have studied the fine art of eating in France or better yet, in your case Italy.
Not only is your “list” rather one-minded. Do you like Thai, Malaysian, Vietnamese, Sushi or Indian? Come on! You are in New York. The food capital of the world. All you eat is Italian and American except when you get really crazy and have Spanish. Give me a break.
Not only is your “list”, a narrow depiction of what New York has available, but your reviews are down right pretentious. Who do you think you are? The New York Times Food Critic.
Get over yourself.
Disgusted,
Ralph
Thanks for your thoughts, Ralph. To each their own. I’ll be sure to write up my next visit to Sushi Yasuda. Ciao.
Wow, how did your waiter find your blog?
Listgirl – perhaps you should have Ralph for dinner!
I’m sure he tastes as sweet as he sounds
o.m.g. that waiter needs his head on a plate. that was a horrifiyingly delicious letter.
oh, and ralph, check back with us when you can spell “palate.”