New Year's Eve Dinner Theater

[Midnight Marauder]

Boe, you ever think about blogging? You write very well.

Thank you!

I did try a blog for awhile, but some vile stalker kept spamming my comment section with vulgarity. I might try one again, but would have to create a new identity for it.

Easy to block those pukes in .htaccess file.

 

[boedicca]

I know nothing of such things. I just had a wordpress blog.

 

[Midnight Marauder]

I know nothing of such things. I just had a wordpress blog.

Ahh yes.... .htaccess is server side. If you had hosting, you had access. If you had wordpress hosting, you didn't.

BUT, WP allows you to not post comments at all, or not post them until you approve them. This greatly discourages spammers.

 

[boedicca]

Yeah, I turned off the comments for awhile - but that seemed rather isolating.

When inspiration strikes, I'll try again.

 

[Midnight Marauder]

Yeah, I turned off the comments for awhile - but that seemed rather isolating.

When inspiration strikes, I'll try again.

I could make you an account on my site.... You would have author/publish permissions. Just a thought.

 

[Samson]

to visit a Soul-Food Joint and Bitch&Moan over the Fried Chicken and Greens before becomming indignant over the sweet potatoe pie.

 

[boedicca]

Yeah, I turned off the comments for awhile - but that seemed rather isolating.

When inspiration strikes, I'll try again.

I could make you an account on my site.... You would have author/publish permissions. Just a thought.

Very intriguing! I might take you up on that offer!

 

[boedicca]

to visit a Soul-Food Joint and Bitch&Moan over the Fried Chicken and Greens before becomming indignant over the sweet potatoe pie.

Not me. My favorite soul food place makes fabulous chicken and waffles. I wouldn't want to insult the owners.

 

[Mr.Fitnah]

Hate lotto millionaires .

 

[MaggieMae]

Last night, Mr. Boe and I celebrated New Year's Eve and a special anniversary by dining at one of our favorite local restaurants. They were featuring a very nice preset dinner with wine pairings. I made reservations for "our table" well in advance; and we were quite looking forward to the evening.

We arrived a couple of minutes early. The place was bustling, which pleased me quite a bit as the economy is still a bit rocky. (Two of my favorite spots have closed in the last year, I'd hate to see another go under.) The owners greeted us, and mentioned that our table would soon be ready.

Stationing ourselves by the bar, we chatted with the bartender and a woman who was dining alone at the bar. I was beginning to feel that our seating was somewhat delayed when one of the owners came up to us looking somewhat flustered. She explained that another couple insisted that they had reserved our table and were quite upset, and asked if we would mind sitting at a table next to it. We told her that was no problem and not to worry.

I was curious as to who these people were; and being right next to them, had ample time for observation. What a boorish couple! They were so loud we could scarecely converse. And they were incredibly rude to the poor waitress.

First off, the Very Large Woman (she easily tips the scales at 250 lbs.) directed the waitress to allow 15 minutes between the end and the start of each of their courses. I could understand wanting to have a leisurely meal (we told the waitress we weren't in a hurry and left it at that). More on this later.

The menu began with an amuse bouche and a toast of champagne (a half pour instead of a full glass). Mr. Boe doesn't like champagne, so I poured his share into my glass and enjoyed it. When our neighbors' toasts arrives, She announced quite loudly that she wanted a full glass like I had, and made noises about being shorted in her serving. The waitress tried to explain how the menu worked, She cut her off and ordered her to bring two full glasses.

The meal was a four course version. We gave the waitress our selections, and then sat back for the dinner theater next to us as She gave her various orders. I tend to be a bit of a Sally when ordering, but She took pickiness to an entire new level.

Our first course arrived - a quite lovely butternut squash soup. Upon observing our soup, The Show decided they wanted soup instead, and when the waitress delivered the salads they had ordered, refused them and told her to bring soup instead.

We did our best to try to ignore them and enjoy our meal, but could not help overhearing their rather offensive conversation. I put the couple in the category of Aggrieved Black Yuppies With Huge Chips On Their Shoulders. Everything that happens must be done to offend them. Their behavior to the wait staff was quite consistent with this throughout the evening.

The waitress delivered The Show's second course at the proper time interval (I checked my watch out of curiosity). She told them that she "wouldn't touch that" - she wanted 25 minutes between courses. So, the waitress took the dishes away and returned 10 minutes later. This time, she was quizzed as to whether or not The Show was being served the same crab cakes and fois gras as had been presented 10 minutes earlier. The waitress didn't know, so The Show said she "wouldn't touch that" and sent the serving back for new ones.

Mr. Boe had had enough and went outside to smoke a cigarette. I continued to witness the entertainment. They then started discussing, at a volume which half the restaurant couldn't help overhearing, movies. They mentioned several old classic movies, and kept attributing the wrong actors to various parts. As they were so loud, I decided I was justified in setting the record straight, and interjected with corrections such as "Ray Milland and Robert Cummings were in 'Dial M For Murder', not Jimmy Stewart. And the movie in a British school starring Sidney Poitier was 'To Sir With Love', not 'Blackboard Jungle'. Poitier was in 'Blackboard Jungle', but he played a student."

I thoroughly enjoyed their shocked reaction, and the fact that after that they spoke with each other at a somewhat lower volume so that Mr. Boe and I could actually hear each other over our table.

The waitress then attempted to deliver the main course to The Show. She once again "wouldn't touch that" saying she wanted 30 minutes between courses. The waitress dutifully took the plate away, and returned in 5 minutes. She then examined the plate and decided that her duck breast entree, which was on the very rare side of medium rare, was overdone and that she wanted a new one. The waitress went back to the kitchen, and returned with a message from the chef that anything less done would be basically raw. She said that's how she wanted it and she "wouldn't touch that" unless is was cooked the way she wanted.

His dinner sat on the table cooling while The Show waited for the replacement duck dish. I secretly applauded the waitress for leaving His Dinner as there was nothing wrong with it. He, at this point, seemed to have had enough of her behavior, and started berating her for "Acting Like A White Woman". Needless to say, in my years of experience being a White Woman, I have never acted like Her, nor have I ever witnessed another White Woman behaving this way either.

10 minutes or so later, the waitress arrived with what can only be described as seared Duck Tartare. It looked positively revolting. She accepted the plate, and proceeded to inhale her meal in less than two minutes. After all of that production, I would have expected her to savor the course, but she just jabbed each rather large slice into her gullet. This display, in hindsight, was quite fitting.

The Show then continued to needle each other in harsh whispers for the rest of the meal. I won't describe the details of how they dealt with the wine pairings, but the method was quite similar to how the duck was handled, although with much samplings of the wine selections which ended up being a large quantity of Free Wine.

We left our waitress an extra tip; she demonstrated a great deal of fortitude and grace with The Show.

The End.

And of course incidents like that have never been acted out by white folk, eh?

 

[Samson]

to visit a Soul-Food Joint and Bitch&Moan over the Fried Chicken and Greens before becomming indignant over the sweet potatoe pie.

Not me. My favorite soul food place makes fabulous chicken and waffles. I wouldn't want to insult the owners.

No you wouldn't....



....but you know I would.

Maybe you could compromise, and visit a Carrabean Restaurant where you could return the Jerk Chicken for being too heavily spiced for The Delicate Palate of A White Woman?

 

[boedicca]

J'adore spicy food.

 

[Midnight Marauder]

And of course incidents like that have never been acted out by white folk, eh?

^^^Moron.

 

[Midnight Marauder]

Yeah, I turned off the comments for awhile - but that seemed rather isolating.

When inspiration strikes, I'll try again.

I could make you an account on my site.... You would have author/publish permissions. Just a thought.

Very intriguing! I might take you up on that offer!

We could have it in its own section and call it, "Boedicca's Blatherings."

 

[Samson]

J'adore spicy food.

Karma will not be satisfied until you make a Drunken Scene over the Mashed Potatoes at O'Reilly's on Saint Patrick's Day

 

[boedicca]

Last night, Mr. Boe and I celebrated New Year's Eve and a special anniversary by dining at one of our favorite local restaurants. They were featuring a very nice preset dinner with wine pairings. I made reservations for "our table" well in advance; and we were quite looking forward to the evening.

We arrived a couple of minutes early. The place was bustling, which pleased me quite a bit as the economy is still a bit rocky. (Two of my favorite spots have closed in the last year, I'd hate to see another go under.) The owners greeted us, and mentioned that our table would soon be ready.

Stationing ourselves by the bar, we chatted with the bartender and a woman who was dining alone at the bar. I was beginning to feel that our seating was somewhat delayed when one of the owners came up to us looking somewhat flustered. She explained that another couple insisted that they had reserved our table and were quite upset, and asked if we would mind sitting at a table next to it. We told her that was no problem and not to worry.

I was curious as to who these people were; and being right next to them, had ample time for observation. What a boorish couple! They were so loud we could scarecely converse. And they were incredibly rude to the poor waitress.

First off, the Very Large Woman (she easily tips the scales at 250 lbs.) directed the waitress to allow 15 minutes between the end and the start of each of their courses. I could understand wanting to have a leisurely meal (we told the waitress we weren't in a hurry and left it at that). More on this later.

The menu began with an amuse bouche and a toast of champagne (a half pour instead of a full glass). Mr. Boe doesn't like champagne, so I poured his share into my glass and enjoyed it. When our neighbors' toasts arrives, She announced quite loudly that she wanted a full glass like I had, and made noises about being shorted in her serving. The waitress tried to explain how the menu worked, She cut her off and ordered her to bring two full glasses.

The meal was a four course version. We gave the waitress our selections, and then sat back for the dinner theater next to us as She gave her various orders. I tend to be a bit of a Sally when ordering, but She took pickiness to an entire new level.

Our first course arrived - a quite lovely butternut squash soup. Upon observing our soup, The Show decided they wanted soup instead, and when the waitress delivered the salads they had ordered, refused them and told her to bring soup instead.

We did our best to try to ignore them and enjoy our meal, but could not help overhearing their rather offensive conversation. I put the couple in the category of Aggrieved Black Yuppies With Huge Chips On Their Shoulders. Everything that happens must be done to offend them. Their behavior to the wait staff was quite consistent with this throughout the evening.

The waitress delivered The Show's second course at the proper time interval (I checked my watch out of curiosity). She told them that she "wouldn't touch that" - she wanted 25 minutes between courses. So, the waitress took the dishes away and returned 10 minutes later. This time, she was quizzed as to whether or not The Show was being served the same crab cakes and fois gras as had been presented 10 minutes earlier. The waitress didn't know, so The Show said she "wouldn't touch that" and sent the serving back for new ones.

Mr. Boe had had enough and went outside to smoke a cigarette. I continued to witness the entertainment. They then started discussing, at a volume which half the restaurant couldn't help overhearing, movies. They mentioned several old classic movies, and kept attributing the wrong actors to various parts. As they were so loud, I decided I was justified in setting the record straight, and interjected with corrections such as "Ray Milland and Robert Cummings were in 'Dial M For Murder', not Jimmy Stewart. And the movie in a British school starring Sidney Poitier was 'To Sir With Love', not 'Blackboard Jungle'. Poitier was in 'Blackboard Jungle', but he played a student."

I thoroughly enjoyed their shocked reaction, and the fact that after that they spoke with each other at a somewhat lower volume so that Mr. Boe and I could actually hear each other over our table.

The waitress then attempted to deliver the main course to The Show. She once again "wouldn't touch that" saying she wanted 30 minutes between courses. The waitress dutifully took the plate away, and returned in 5 minutes. She then examined the plate and decided that her duck breast entree, which was on the very rare side of medium rare, was overdone and that she wanted a new one. The waitress went back to the kitchen, and returned with a message from the chef that anything less done would be basically raw. She said that's how she wanted it and she "wouldn't touch that" unless is was cooked the way she wanted.

His dinner sat on the table cooling while The Show waited for the replacement duck dish. I secretly applauded the waitress for leaving His Dinner as there was nothing wrong with it. He, at this point, seemed to have had enough of her behavior, and started berating her for "Acting Like A White Woman". Needless to say, in my years of experience being a White Woman, I have never acted like Her, nor have I ever witnessed another White Woman behaving this way either.

10 minutes or so later, the waitress arrived with what can only be described as seared Duck Tartare. It looked positively revolting. She accepted the plate, and proceeded to inhale her meal in less than two minutes. After all of that production, I would have expected her to savor the course, but she just jabbed each rather large slice into her gullet. This display, in hindsight, was quite fitting.

The Show then continued to needle each other in harsh whispers for the rest of the meal. I won't describe the details of how they dealt with the wine pairings, but the method was quite similar to how the duck was handled, although with much samplings of the wine selections which ended up being a large quantity of Free Wine.

We left our waitress an extra tip; she demonstrated a great deal of fortitude and grace with The Show.

The End.

And of course incidents like that have never been acted out by white folk, eh?

Go away you hateful hag.

 

[boedicca]

I could make you an account on my site.... You would have author/publish permissions. Just a thought.

Very intriguing! I might take you up on that offer!

We could have it in its own section and call it, "Boedicca's Blatherings."

I prefer my customary tag line:

Random Observations Unified by Discerning Perception and Impeccable Good Taste.

 

[boedicca]

J'adore spicy food.

Karma will not be satisfied until you make a Drunken Scene over the Mashed Potatoes at O'Reilly's on Saint Patrick's Day

Karma will visit The Show for their behavior. As I did nothing wrong, I shall remain unmolested by Karma.

 

[Samson]

J'adore spicy food.

Karma will not be satisfied until you make a Drunken Scene over the Mashed Potatoes at O'Reilly's on Saint Patrick's Day

Karma will visit The Show for their behavior. As I did nothing wrong, I shall remain unmolested by Karma.

 

[logical4u]

We visited Atlanta a few years ago, and looked forward to some good resteraunts. Both nights we ate at "nice" resteraunts, other patrons acted like this. (For those worried about race, one night the show was white, one night the show was black) Both nights, it was hard to enjoy dinner, we tend to hold back cause we both can use the military vocabulary. We did make a statement or two that was enough for them to take down the volume a couple of notches. Both nights the shows obviously enjoyed their food, unless the waitress was around, and then they made sure to complain about something. Both shows "demanded" their prices be dropped (even though their plates were practically clean). Sorry you had to experience that. Bad manners do ruin an evening if you can't laugh.