We had dinner at the Italian place on Fulton street. I recognized the waitress as we walked in, but I couldn't place her. We haven't been to this place often enough to be familiar with the staff. "Heeeey, I know you from Rice," the waitress said, "you go there all the time!" It was the waitress from the Thai place from around the corner. I don't like it when people in restaurants recognize me that freely. And this was not even the right restaurant for her to be in. "It's my first day here," she explained.
Whenever I go to Rice, the other restaurant (the Thai place), they always know what I'm going to order, I don't even have to order, the waitress usually orders for me: "Small veggie meatballs with sticky rice and sweet sauce...?" and she hands a note to the kitchen as I nod 'yes'. I guess it's because I always eat the same thing. But I'd rather them just treat me like any other guest and have me order verbally even though they're spot on - I would order the veggie meatballs. But still.
So here we are, in the Italian place, with the new waitress who knows me from the Thai place. I took the opportunity to place my order. "Can I have the veggie meatballs with sticky rice and sweet sauce, please?"
Maybe it was corny to order something from the other restaurant, she didn't really smile, but I thought it was funny.
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Priset man betalar för att man äter ute ofta, antar jag.
Här hemma önskar jag ibland att jag kunde göra liknande matbeställning som du, och att någon fixade den till mig.
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