We met friends at a new restaurant in town last night.
It did not go well — and I knew it wouldn’t before we even ordered.
That’s because right after we sat down, another table of four grew to a table of eight. And then more people joined them until it was a banquet, right in the middle of the room.
You know when a huge table sits down the same time as you, that your meal won’t be a great. A big table is loud, first of all. And it slams the kitchen and staff.
I think the new nature of the place added to some of the confusion, but we were without our main meal while we watched others be fed, pay and leave. We ended up leaving without finishing our meal — and they comped the beer and soup we had while waiting. That was very nice of them.
I think it wasn’t so much them working out the kinks as much as the big table. Big tables are fun to be part of. They aren’t so fun to be next to.