It’s Just Dinner

It’s Just Dinner

Why do people get so worked up over a simple meal? What is it about dinner that makes everyone so on edge? From cooking at home to dinning out, the stakes are raised to ridiculous heights for this third and final meal of the day. Maybe that’s it, the finality of it all. As if what we do for dinner puts a seal of approval, or not, on our entire day.

As I am single, and thankfully have no roommates, cooking for me is always exciting and fun. A hobby I embrace whenever able. As a result, my stress in relation to dinner comes from working at an upper-end steakhouse in Los Angles. From the clientele to the staff, the demands and expectations created for feasting are, when truly considered, quite ridiculous. This is not to say that the quality of either food or service should not be top notch. But that we should all realize, that in the end, food is meant to fuel our lives not define it. And it is our friends that make the evening enjoyable.

The complaints I hear on a regular basis would astound the average person. Complaining about a long table instead of round table. About being seated at a table and not a booth; as if the vinyl somehow magically makes the food taste better. Or, complaining that you got a booth on the left side of the restaurant when you wanted a booth on the right side. Causing a seen, because of the couple that entered the restaurant directly behind you was seated seconds before you. The list goes on. It never ceases to amaze me, the minute faults people find in others or the tiniest of details people choose to blow out of proportion. The proverbial mountain out of a molehill.

Granted, there are legitimate times to pose a complaint, but the fact that you had to cut your own meant and not your server, is not one of them. So to all restaurant dinners, from Denny’s to the Waldorf, I implore you be aware of your words, your demands, and your complaints. In the end you are ruining not only the staff’s night, but also your own dinning experience. So sit back, relax, shut up, and eat.

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