I Came to Eat Dinner, Not Catch a Cold

After hurrying my way through the crowded streets of New York City with the incentive to avoid frostbite from the frigid cold, you would think my dedication of venturing out into this weather for dinner would be rewarded at the restaurant of my choice.

Boy was I wrong.

It seems when waiters and waitresses see me walk through the door they automatically assume I prefer my chicken with a side of wind and freezing cold. Which is why at least five times this winter, I was seated right next to the treacherous door at my former favorite restaurant.

Eating dinner in the city at least twice a week, I understand how the dinner rush leads to a long line of customers anticipating a table. In order to avoid an hour wait, being seated near the door is fine. However, when there are at least ten vacant, warm tables available, I expect to eat my dinner in a breeze free zone.

This annoyance was not something I cared about at first. However, as I became more frustrated, and cold, I realized I should not have to be eating dinner with my winter coat and scarf on.

If I wanted to eat in the cold, I would have saved my money on the tip and went to the Shake Shack.

As I became more aware, I searched around for an answer as to why I was placed next to the door more then once. Maybe this restaurant is saving their better seats for their big spending customers. Maybe this is a way for waitresses to equally divide their tips. Maybe those customers made reservations prior, or maybe it was just by chance.

Whatever the case may be, I have found a solution to this bitter problem by dining at restaurants such as Chipotle, where I can eat good food, pay no tip, and not have to worry about enduring the cold weather inside.

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3 Responses to I Came to Eat Dinner, Not Catch a Cold

  1. Queen says:

    I wish I knew the name of the place so I wouldn’t make the mistake of going there.

  2. ying says:

    Yea, I totally agree. What is the name of that restaurant? I’m really curious.

  3. Sabrina says:

    I’m often that person who doesn’t like the seating they offer and choose another, I feel back for a moment, but at the end of the day, it’s MY dining experience and I’d like to enjoy it.

    I’d literally ask the manager [not the waiter–don’t shoot the messenger, unless he’s the only one available], “Excuse me, but is there a reason why you seat the clearly affluent in the decent areas and me by the cold?”

    I’d love to see the face on that one and walk out, to never return, for a while at least. If it really bothers you, that is, or you just have to take it.

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