Many years ago (50+), my newly-minted wife and I honeymooned in Newfoundland. On our journey to our final destination (her brother’s home in St. John’s) we stopped at an impressive hotel in Corner Brook. I don’t remember the name, but we were tired and hungry (and in our early 20s … so, fresh-faced and quite innocent to the world). We went to the hotel’s restaurant, a magnificent room that, I am sure, could accommodate 300 diners. There was one other couple, about 8 or 10 tables away. The waiter, dressed immaculately, asked us what we would like. The menu, however, had nothing but fish dishes listed, which was fine by me, but my wife was deathly allergic to fish, and not a fan of steak as her father had worked at a slaughterhouse in our city and was constantly bring home red meat. She asked for chicken … not on the menu. The waiter said chicken was only available in a separate area of the restaurant … a fast food-styled area … but it was not open after 8 PM. (Lucky us, we were there at 9 PM). The food came from the same kitchen, but chicken was NOT served in this huge dining hall. As I mentioned, we were young and definitely not worldly, so my bride submitted to the pressure and ordered a small steak. She ate the vegetables and moved the steak from side to side. The attentive waiter came back and asked what was the matter with the steak. Nothing, my wife said. The waiter turned around and moments later returned with the chef (this guy even had the tall chef’s hat … la-tee-dah. Again, “what’s wrong with the steak?” “Nothing! I don’t like red meat and I can’t eat fish, and you don’t offer chicken!!!” The chef turned and stormed away! Needless to say she went to bed hungry. It made for an interesting, but sad and true, story.
I have worked in restaurants and though kids are messy, their mess is better than the ones drunks leave when they heave up before making it to the bathroom.
Stereotypical French waiter. Not ever having been to a Gallic eating establishment myself, I am not personally aware of how true or common this stereotype is.
Algolei I about 1 month ago
I’d eat her meal.
What? I’m a dog person!
HarryLime Premium Member about 1 month ago
Many years ago (50+), my newly-minted wife and I honeymooned in Newfoundland. On our journey to our final destination (her brother’s home in St. John’s) we stopped at an impressive hotel in Corner Brook. I don’t remember the name, but we were tired and hungry (and in our early 20s … so, fresh-faced and quite innocent to the world). We went to the hotel’s restaurant, a magnificent room that, I am sure, could accommodate 300 diners. There was one other couple, about 8 or 10 tables away. The waiter, dressed immaculately, asked us what we would like. The menu, however, had nothing but fish dishes listed, which was fine by me, but my wife was deathly allergic to fish, and not a fan of steak as her father had worked at a slaughterhouse in our city and was constantly bring home red meat. She asked for chicken … not on the menu. The waiter said chicken was only available in a separate area of the restaurant … a fast food-styled area … but it was not open after 8 PM. (Lucky us, we were there at 9 PM). The food came from the same kitchen, but chicken was NOT served in this huge dining hall. As I mentioned, we were young and definitely not worldly, so my bride submitted to the pressure and ordered a small steak. She ate the vegetables and moved the steak from side to side. The attentive waiter came back and asked what was the matter with the steak. Nothing, my wife said. The waiter turned around and moments later returned with the chef (this guy even had the tall chef’s hat … la-tee-dah. Again, “what’s wrong with the steak?” “Nothing! I don’t like red meat and I can’t eat fish, and you don’t offer chicken!!!” The chef turned and stormed away! Needless to say she went to bed hungry. It made for an interesting, but sad and true, story.
Hamady Sack Premium Member about 1 month ago
Run Wally Run.
NeedaChuckle Premium Member about 1 month ago
I have worked in restaurants and though kids are messy, their mess is better than the ones drunks leave when they heave up before making it to the bathroom.
eced52 about 1 month ago
As long as you provide a very large doggy bag.
ladykat about 1 month ago
Yes, Wally, be sure to leave a very bit tip.
Thehag about 1 month ago
Learning opportunity. Be flexible, the goal isn’t the restaurant it’s time spent with the person you’re interested in.
But then it wouldn’t be as great a comic if there weren’t panels like this. :)
nmbassani about 1 month ago
Poor Wally. Dating women with small children can be very challenging. Especially when the small child is Max
trudyconley Premium Member about 1 month ago
Wally, clean it up yourself. And next time take the baby and allow her ten minutes to eat her meal in peace. AT LEAST!
norphos about 1 month ago
Stereotypical French waiter. Not ever having been to a Gallic eating establishment myself, I am not personally aware of how true or common this stereotype is.