I think every Valentine’s Day since Rob and I have been together (almost 7 years….yikes), one of us has had to work at a restaurant or bar. This year was no different. The one good thing about being a server on Valentine’s Day is that you’re super busy. (note: I did not say you get super tips) The sheer volume of tables you have-makes up for those diners that eat out twice a year: New Year’s Eve and Valentine’s Day, and feel that leaving a 10% tip is a genuine sign of appreciativeness. My favorite story of a Valentine’s Day date: Rizzi’s on Sheridan, Valentine’s night, 40-50 people waiting at the bar, in the hallway, at the front door, in the vestibule and outside. During this time, the mentality was to get them in and out before anyone spontaneously combusted from hunger or anger. Ahhh…The Good Old Days. I get the one couple that decides they’ll have a 14 inch cheese pizza and water-a pitcher if you have it. Little Ceasar’s anyone? Their bill came to $9.20 and I got the good old, “Here’s a $10, keep the change!” And a Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
And I certainly do remember the ones that made the transition to anger.