People are really nice to me. Do you ever just feel like that, like you’re being smiled upon because people are so nice to you—especially in a city not known for its hospitality?
I know it sounds too simple and good to be true. But it isn’t. It’s the truth—especially at restaurants around the city. Of course at restaurants you want people to be nice to you and like you so that they don’t spit in your food or drop your salad on the floor and scoop it up back in a bowl and “bon appetite!”
And I love that at restaurants people are so nice to me—I just wish my bank accounts allowed me to be more monetarily friendly to them (the servers). For instance, when you walk into a restaurant in Times Square and a server automatically remembers your order—after only one visit—you want to TIP. Of course I tip. But I want to TIP! Or when you’re sitting in your favorite restaurant and you’re given extra beef after already ordering extra. This happened to me last night at KumGangSan.
I know it sounds too simple and good to be true. But it isn’t. It’s the truth—especially at restaurants around the city. Of course at restaurants you want people to be nice to you and like you so that they don’t spit in your food or drop your salad on the floor and scoop it up back in a bowl and “bon appetite!”
And I love that at restaurants people are so nice to me—I just wish my bank accounts allowed me to be more monetarily friendly to them (the servers). For instance, when you walk into a restaurant in Times Square and a server automatically remembers your order—after only one visit—you want to TIP. Of course I tip. But I want to TIP! Or when you’re sitting in your favorite restaurant and you’re given extra beef after already ordering extra. This happened to me last night at KumGangSan.
This server comes and sits my Tofu Bulgogi Dol Sot Bap and side of extra beef down then seeing that it was “me”—he smiles and says “I get you more beef (wink)!” Then like clockwork he swoops back dropping more tender thin delicious bulgogi into my bowl and dashes off.
Too yummy to be true—but oh, it was good and I felt bad because I desired to TIP my thanks but couldn’t.
I expressed gratitude of course. And before I left we chatted a while, long enough to learn that he lives in Jackson Heights…
But is that as good as a good TIP? I’ve never been a server but I guarantee you that on a good night a good tip registers higher than a good talk…
Ok, so I even have a favorite busboy at KumGangSan—even the sushi chefs and I are cordial…one met my mom when she came to visit. Sigh, it’s a big deal when you introduce a man to your mother. OMG I want to TIP!!!!!
But let’s face the facts. I’m just not a TIPper.
I’m a tipper.
Too yummy to be true—but oh, it was good and I felt bad because I desired to TIP my thanks but couldn’t.
I expressed gratitude of course. And before I left we chatted a while, long enough to learn that he lives in Jackson Heights…
But is that as good as a good TIP? I’ve never been a server but I guarantee you that on a good night a good tip registers higher than a good talk…
Ok, so I even have a favorite busboy at KumGangSan—even the sushi chefs and I are cordial…one met my mom when she came to visit. Sigh, it’s a big deal when you introduce a man to your mother. OMG I want to TIP!!!!!
But let’s face the facts. I’m just not a TIPper.
I’m a tipper.
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