Guess Who’s Back?

Back again.

It’s me, Mr. Wishy Washy.  When I stopped writing several months ago, I thought I had nothing left to say on this blog, in fact, I thought blogging was getting tiresome.  The fact of the matter is that I was spreading myself too thin and it was easiest to give up writing.  I often make rash decisions, and I sometimes don’t consider all the possibilities before I make decisions.

Well, I’ve cut my work schedule down to four days and have turned down several outside catering gigs lately to have more time at home for family and fun projects like writing.

I’ve also met with a social media/web specialist so I can get my website, my blogs, and Facebook pages under one umbrella.  One of the issues I faced and led to the decision in part to quit chefsday was that my work was too scattered.  Being more organized in my web presence may help. We’ll see.

I think almost everybody makes decisions like I do, or at least has a similar thought process like I do.  I just happen to do my thinking out loud and in public, so perhaps I seem like I can’t make up my mind.  I don’t know, it’s hard to determine.  I guess I cannot commit to a reason why I appear to be all over the road.




To get back into the swing of things, let’s do some snippets.

Her self-serving style, her “look at me” kind of prose has no place in our culinary panorama.  I think she’s of little to no value to the local restaurant scene and writes and reviews with a vindictive tone that should preclude her from judging the work of others. I know without question that her food and restaurant knowledge is lacking.

Once you accept you are being judged by people who have less knowledge than yourself, then what’s it worth?  Marco Pierre White

She may be nice otherwise, but having a hack review our work just isn’t fair play. The TU should be better than that.

Chowderfest was a wreck again this year.  Someone argued with me about my criticism.  He said people could go earlier and stick to quiet venues like the City Center and places on the outskirts.  Why? Is it fair that because places start serving alcohol at 8:30 am (Farmer’s Hardware had a pre-party with drink specials) and idiots don’t know how to act in public when they get a couple of drinks into their feeble brains that families cannot enjoy all the venues offering chowder? Why should they be the ones to have to be selective?  Let’s load the drunks into one venue and let those interested in a community event have the run of the city.

St Patrick’s day will be here soon enough.

Most of the Mexican workers have been chased out of Saratoga, leaving a serious lack of decent line cooks, prep cooks, and dishwashers.

Saratoga has 4 Mexican restaurants, and celebrates Cinco de Mayo (not a real holiday) with full gusto.

My former employers, the owners of Chez Nous in Schenectady have decided to close their doors.  What I like about their closing announcement was their honesty.  They flatly said we simply aren’t doing enough business and the place is losing money. They gave it a shot, on their own, with their own funds, and that’s worth something.  It’s also far more than most people accomplish.

Most place who decide to call it quits make up a story rather than admit a failed business.

The Braeburn Tavern on Broadway in Saratoga is for sale after a short stint.  I recall a lackluster meal there while being the only table.  Apparently, they’re leaving the location to “focus on another project.”

My son no longer likes baloney. He forgot to tell me after I put it in his lunch.

Did you see this in the Times Union?

I’ve been using CBD oil for about a month now, I’m feeling a little less anxious, and my focus and thoughts are clearer.

A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of cooking a large meal for the staff at Yono’s/dp for their annual staff party.  What a great gesture and show of appreciation for their staff, and what a great time I had working in their kitchen.  Thank you.

Pitchers and catchers report to spring training on Wednesday.

A lot of people have no understanding what happens in a restaurant before the door is open for service, nor do they understand the number of moving parts involved.

I get road rage in the grocery store.

Good to be back.


Final Snippets

I haven’t written in a bit.  Yes, I’ve been very busy, but the reality is that I just haven’t had much new to say.  Well, I have, but most of what I’ve had to say covers topics I’ve exhausted already.

Today, on the fourth anniversary of this blog I’ve decided to end it.  I want to continue to write, but I just think I’m ready for something new.

You don’t necessarily have to be good at what you do, you merely need to convince people who you are good at what you do.

I mentioned not too long ago that I was outlining a book, so I’m going to focus more writing time on that project.

I loved working for Jim Rua.  I found him to be generous and caring.  He gave credit for your ideas.

I hated working for John LaPosta.  I found him to be mean and uncaring.  He took credit for your ideas.

Oh snap. You didn’t say that?

I like where I work now.  It ain’t perfect, but no place is.  Accepting that has really made a difference in my life.

Some people love to tell you what they can do for you, others will do them.

I don’t like sneaky people.

Thank you all of you for giving me support following my post about my battle with depression, it meant a lot to me.  I’m ready to help others in our industry with similar issues.

I reserve the right to start a new blog at some point.

I was in the checkout at The Hannaford’s and the cashier told the customer in front of me that she didn’t trust doctors and would rather die than go to one.

My continued recovery from depression has left me with a new clarity and ability to understand things I hadn’t for a very long time.   That is really starting to show up in my work.

Theresa, Jenn, and I knew one of the young people who perished in the recent limousine crash in Schoharie

What the Hell? This story gets more fucked up every day.

I got a call this evening from some dipshit asking me to support some republican candidate.  I told her I’d rather die than vote for a republican in today’s climate.

I voted for Reagan.

Yes, I know republican should have been capitalized, but they don’t deserve a capital letter unless they can get rid of all the assholes like Mitch McConnell and the number one asshole Donald Trump.

Hey, your portfolio is strong, who cares who’s getting fucked.

One would think It would be fitting that I consume Bourbon while writing my final post, but I chose oak cask-aged Irish whiskey instead.

Quitting drinking is one of my next tasks.  If you have been paying attention you know it’s been a struggle.

Well, I told you I have nothing left to say.

My goal was always to write at least five hundred words.

There you have it. Five hundred final words. Thanks folks.

You Own It

Take ownership

I’m feeling at peace right now, if only for a little while.  No, I’m not on a morphine drip, which often sounds comforting.  I’m alone.

It has been rare as of late since the kids were out of school for the Summer, and more recently I’ve been on vacation in a cabin at Minerva Lake.  That sounds comforting as well until you realize it’s with your extended family on your wife’s side.  Good people? Yes.  Is it a peaceful vacation?  Not really.

My friend told me about a scene in a bar recently when he was having a drink(s) with a professional stand-up comic.  Someone asked the comic to tell a joke, and the comic asked him what he does for a living.  The bar patron told him he’s in construction to which the comic replied, “build me a fuckin’ deck and I’ll tell you a joke.”

I get it.

When you’re in certain occupations people expect you to perform your work for free on your off time.  Cooking, serving meals, and cleaning up afterwards is one of those things people do not see as chefs and other restaurant people performing their normally paid-for jobs.  “They do it because they love it.”  No, we often do it because it won’t get done otherwise.

Well, put that expectation to rest.  Don’t ask your mechanic buddy to look at your car, don’t ask a doctor pal to check the weird rash on your balls, and don’t expect free restaurant quality meals from your chef friends and relatives without some sort of payment or trade.  I’m done giving it away to those who do not have an understanding or appreciation for what I do.  I own that talent, I’ve worked hard to develop it, and I do it for long hour on many days.  I don’t always feel like doing it on my off time.

Last week we went to my friend Mehmet’s house for dinner.  He’s a great cook, especially Turkish cuisine.  What a great time we had.  It was so nice to visit with friends that we do not see enough of.  I owe these people a meal.

When I was put in charge of the footwear department at Dick’s Sporting Goods in Syracuse, the store manager Steve Ruskin told me to take ownership of the department and to make it mine.  I did.  It was great advice and I use it to this day.

One of the reasons I’ve had success at The Wine Bar is that I’m allowed to take ownership of the kitchen.  I, of course don’t mean literal ownership, but I am for the most part left to run things as I see fit. As a result, I run the kitchen as if I were the actual owner, paying close attention to costs, quality, and maintenance of the equipment and the cleanliness of the structure and storage areas.

I try to allow individuals to do the same in my kitchen.  Within the basic framework of our layout, I insist that cooks and dishwashers set up their stations in a way that best works for them if it fits into the overall function of the kitchen.  If the results are good, and the set up allows the cooks to work in a clean manner, I’m happy.

Last week Stella and I were driving down Broadway in Schuylerville and she noticed that a small restaurant had moved up the street.  I told her we should open our own restaurant in the vacant spot and with excitement she agreed.  I asked her what kind of place we should open, and she said, “It should be a kind of place that Schuylerville doesn’t have.”  If other owners would follow that logic we might have a little more diversity. She’s seven and has more of a clear idea than a lot of prospective restauranteurs.

Oh’ I forgot to tell you, Dick’s is properly named.


Why?  Because they own the place and perhaps they don’t want to have to get in at 9 am to prepare for the complaining lunch crowd in their place splitting a sandwich and having a glass of house Chardonnay, then leaving a $3 tip for servers who hate the lunch shift.

They ponied up the money to open a business, and it’s their decision.  That’s why.


It’s All About That Base

Many years ago, when I was a competitive long-distance runner there were two competitive seasons.  In the Fall there was cross country and road races. In the Spring and early Summer there was track.  What the two seasons had in common was that they were precluded by a base-building phase that consisted of a lot of long steady runs with minimal fast running and typically no racing.  It was the work required to build lasting strength and a solid foundation for an increasing amount of fast running in both training and in racing.   The same kind of base-building is a requirement in many occupations including those jobs in the kitchen.

This topic floated to the top of my sea of thoughts recently when a young member of my kitchen staff decided, with almost no cooking experience, take a job as a line cook in another restaurant.  Fortunately, he was convinced to stay in my kitchen and learn as much as we could teach him about food and its preparation.  I like the kid, and he has an aptitude for the work, and it’s also what he wants to do with his life.  My sous chef and I will make sure he starts to build a strong base of knowledge and experience before he takes the next step in his career.  Just as the long-distance runner is sure to fail without the base of hours of running, so to will an individual fail when thrown into a position they’re not prepared for.  Not only is this young man avoiding a bad experience, he’s avoiding taking a step that may waste valuable time in setting off into rewarding career.

Being willing to do the necessary base work is what finds a lot of young cooks-turned-chefs producing mediocre food and running poorly managed and even dysfunctional kitchens. Laying the groundwork is well worth the time investment.  Some years ago, I had a young fella washing dishes for me who declared that he wanted to learn to cook.  I told him to go down to the walk in cooler and get a box of shiitake mushrooms that were on the right-hand side, first row on the shelf about waist-high.  He came up with them with great anticipation and was sure he was going to make something with them.  I showed him how to trim off the stems with a paring knife, and to save the stems for stock.  Disappointed, he corrected my intentions by informing me that he wanted to cook, not prep.  I sent him back to the pot sink.

I recall a story told by a famous French chef about how he got his start in kitchens when he was 13.  I simply cannot remember who was, Jacques Pepin I believe, but I’m not sure.  He wanted a job in a small bistro in France and took himself to the back door of the kitchen and asked for a position, so he could learn the trade.  The chef instructed him to return the following day and he would teach him how to cook.  Upon returning the young apprentice was shown a tower of pots and pans with instructions on how to clean them.  He did it, and every day for six months continued to do it at the chef’s instruction.  Finally, the young man asked the chef about cooking.  He peeled potatoes and onions for the next six months.  He never quit, he never complained, and he became a great chef.

Young cooks listen up.  Do the work.  Peel the potatoes, slice the onions, wash the pots, mop the floors.  Do all of it as well as you can.  Construct a strong base of knowledge, experience, and excellence on which to build your career.  It’s all about that base


August is a Lost Month

Remember the old TV ads touting Saratoga as “the August place to be?”  I don’t know if those ads still run since I do not have cable television.  It is the place to be in August, but I think it’s the year-round place to be and I suggest that people discover that there’s a lot more to this city than horse racing.

The truth is, many of us in the hospitality field would rather be somewhere else than Saratoga in August.  Most of us love what we do, and will continue to do it, but August is a lost month for many of us.  During August I work, I sleep, I mow my lawn, and I sleep some more.  There are too many things left by the wayside this month that really need to get done.

Theresa is a project herself.  Regular readers of this blog know the background, and those of you who know me personally are aware of the effort it takes having her in our home.  In late July she moved in with her friend and her parents for what was supposed to be a trial week.  They changed all her doctors, pharmacy, and programs and benefits to a new county in a hasty manner then decided it was too much for them to handle.  The timing was great!  August is not the best time for me to get everything back on track.

Having a five and seven-year-old at home for the summer can be fun.  I had planned to do more activities on my days off than I followed through on.  We did some things, had some fun, but not as much as I had hoped.  I went into summer knowing that I owed them since last summer was spent wallowing in depression.  I found it difficult to even get off the couch to perform the most basic functions of life.  This year was much improved, and my desire to spend days with the children was certainly better.  There were however too many days that I was exhausted from long weeks and an almost overwhelming workload.  It was better, and I’ve enjoyed the activities we did.  I just wish we had done more.

Having a house with a lawn and garden, and prospective home improvement projects both inside and out requires the kind of time not possessed by a chef during August.  When the time is available, the energy is not.  Jennifer and I have a lot of things we want to get done, let’s hope fall brings us renewed energy and an abundance of time to continue working on our family’s home.  That enormous dumpster in our driveway isn’t going to fill itself.

I also have some personal projects that need attention.  I’ve mentioned that I’m working on a book, and I’m trying to get Chefs 4 Chefs off the ground, an important project that I hope will foster mentorship in the restaurant community and help battle the depression issue in our industry.

All in all, it was a great track season as far a track season goes.  I designed a pretty simple, but good menu for summer, and the kitchen and floor staff performed well.  Aside from the usual number of difficult customers, the clientele was enjoyable and easy to work for.  I’m glad it’s (unofficially) over though.  Moving on to the Fall menu, some home projects, and some real-time with my family will be a pleasure and well deserved all around.

August Pearls

People Aren’t Sorry, But Should Be

Screw Urban Meyer and to Hell with Ohio State University.  I hope they never win another football game.  College sports in general is dirty and so are the coaches, athletic administrators, and booster clubs.

A few nights ago, a couple dined at the Wine Bar and on their way out thought it was ok to pull a sunflower from a display near the host stand and walk out with it.  A member of the WB team walked out and asked them for the return of the expensive flower.  The couple expressed no apology and claimed that they thought we were giving away the flowers since they were by the door. One of the problems, like the one in the Urban Meyer/Ohio State case is that people are not sorry for their bad behavior.  Urban Meyer apologized to the Ohio State Community (boosters) for poor judgement, but he has failed to be sorry for his true crime against the victim of his ignoring decent human protocol.  While stealing a flower from a restaurant that has just done its best to make them feel welcome and to provide them with a good experience, two people felt no compulsion to show any remorse, and convey any sort of acceptance of blame.  This is one of the things wrong in our world right now. No one is willing to accept responsibility on any level.

Organizations, institutions, and establishments are getting too big.  The human factor is dwindling, the importance of the dollar is growing.

Finding a Good Employee

I’m not perfect and my writing isn’t perfect, When I write to you people my purpose is to express some feelings, point some things out in my life as a chef, and try to illustrate in basic terms what the restaurant life is like.

When it comes to those things that are important, I find a proofreader or at least reread my text several times to make sure it reads well.  One of those important writings is an ad placed for new employees.

I like to read the craigslist ads for entertainment.  I recently came across this one:

It’s so bad it makes me think it’s not a legitimate ad.  It is wrought with spelling and grammatical errors, typos, and poor punctuation.  The worst part of the ad is that the prospective employer has no idea what a Chef de cuisine is.  They’re looking for a kitchen manager and pairing that title with chef de cuisine.

Better ads get better employees.  If this is a real ad, shame on them, and good luck drawing decent candidates from an already shallow labor pool.

It’s not a bad idea to have your neighbors think you might be crazy.

It’s Travers Weekend.  We’re booked.  Track season is starting to wear on me and I’m not convinced it’s the longer hours and the increased work load as the sole reason for my increasing exhaustion and irritability.  It seems to me that out-of-town customers are a bit more demanding and less tolerant of anything they view as not in line with their perfect weekend in Saratoga.  Perhaps the increased volume simply puts a greater number of difficult people in the mix of predominantly pleasurable clientele.

Last night, something that rarely happens added to my disdain for unreasonable people.  A dish came back to the kitchen with the claim that the scallops were not cooked all the way.  I quipped that the server should thank the customer for the compliment and that it wasn’t necessary to bring the plate back to show me the perfectly medium-rare bivalves.  The reality was that they wanted the now half eaten and hacked up scallops cooked more.  Since I can cook scallops as quickly as trying to make a presentable plate out of the mess handed back to me I made a new plate for the individual that had apparently been complaining from the time of arrival.  I thought they would be impressed and the extra effort would be a salve that would soothe whatever wound the grump had come in with.  Instead, upon being presented with the new plate the diner said they were no longer hungry and asked for the check. This is the type of person that writes a Yelp review about how the place was too noisy (during August in Saratoga), and they were served “raw” scallops.  They’ll fail to mention that they ate all their sweet corn and crab risotto and their starter.  They’ll fail to mention that they were offered another table upon arrival, and that they were given a new, full plate when they weren’t pleased with the preparation of their entrée.

It’s almost over.  I’m looking forward to a vacation in a cabin at Minerva Lake in a few weeks.

Fall menu on September 27th.


I’ve written extensively describing how difficult the restaurant business is.  The hours, the unpredictable schedule, the difficult customers, heat in the kitchen, the pace, and the constant urgency are things that make it one of the more demanding industries a person can choose or be chosen by.

One of the things that makes it tolerable for a lot of restaurant folks is the friendships developed among the eclectic mix of individuals that come together to make up a restaurant staff.  Or, perhaps just the appearance of friendships. Working together under such pressure makes many people grow closer and gravitate inward.  The crew in any restaurant often becomes your group of friends out of convenience and necessity since they’re the people to spend the bulk of your time with.  Also, these are the same people working the same hours.  Nine-to-fivers are usually in bed on a Wednesday night when restaurant workers are just starting their social time.  Unfortunately, there’s not much to do at that hour except for taking up space at a bar and consuming their liquor in exchange for the night’s cash tips or what’s left of a cook’s wages from the previous night’s adventures.

It has been my long-standing policy not to make co-workers my group of friends, and as a rule not to socialize with co-workers more than an occasional shift drink after service.  It’s not that as the chef that I feel it’s below my social status, or even that I don’t enjoy the company of the people I work with.  I have worked with a varied cross-section of the population and find most people fascinating.  There have been many folks that I’d have enjoyed friendships and social time with.

The truth is, I have friends that I socialize with, long-term friends that are not part of the restaurant business and are my friends out of choice, not out of necessity.

My rule has also extended to Facebook in the past.  I learned when I was in retail working under a great manager at Dick’s in Syracuse that there should be a barrier between management and staff.  It’s a typically soft barrier, and on occasion slightly porous, but still a barrier nonetheless.

My first trip through The Wine Bar held fast to these standards, but I was too often the type of person that created not only a friendless environment, but an unfriendly environment.  This time around I saw fit to change my policy to be closer to the people I work with and to get along better than I had in the past.   I’m Facebook friends with most of the people I work with, I share stories, and am often engaged in conversations about personal situations in our lives.  I truly try to make our workplace a palatable situation in the face of the challenges we face in this business.

One of the things I hope has helped is preparing a staff meal every Saturday night.  Out of my valuable time, and at my own expense I have treated my fellow food jockeys to what I hope has been appreciated and enjoyed. The mac and cheese, the baked ziti, the burgers, and the fried chicken were all done to best create a feeling of family in the work environment.

Although I am firm on my edict of strictly limiting friendships outside of the workplace, I see no reason why on-the-job relationships cannot be fostered and enjoyed and extended to social media.

Like any family, there are always problems, arguments, and issues that cause unhappiness.  Like being a member of any family you’re not always in control of who else is a member of the group, and not all members are good for the family.  I’ve been that individual, and as a recovering bad co-worker I can recognize a bad apple in the bushel and spreading rot.

As in real life, the tiny slice of real society we call the restaurant staff, we need to pick and choose who are friends are going to be within the world.  We can do that and still be a good member within the group where we spend a great deal of our time.  Not everyone will be your friend, nor will you associate with every person on a friend-like level.  That’s ok, not everyone is your friend just like in the real world.

The difference between me when I was not always a good co-worker and now is that while still I recognize that while not all people are positive members of the group, I am learning that I can still carry on as a professional without extending any social niceties, or even extending unnecessary barbs and unsavory replies to work-related questions.

I see you on Facebook, but don’t look for me downtown.

Wrenches are Not Kitchen Tools

A couple of nights ago someone sent back a bowl of gazpacho because it was cold.  Putting a traditionally well-chilled soup into a chilled bowl will do that.

The customer asked the kitchen to heat it.  My first reaction occurred in my head and it wasn’t pretty.  I thought my best option was to go to the dining room and tell this guy that I cannot possibly cook for him since he is in the habit of ordering things without knowing what they are.  Again, it was in my head which is the best place for those kinds of reactions.  I then put the soup in a pan and went about my business as the beautifully refreshing Spanish classic came to an agonizing simmer.

There you go, there’s your hot gazpacho on this steamy summer day.  Yes, I’m aware that some soups are served either hot or cold, gazpacho ain’t one of them.  There’s a reason I run it in the summer and not in the winter.

I was asked later if it were possible to make an appropriate hot soup for the Philistine rather than ruin the gazpacho.  Good soups take time, and so does sending the server back several times to the table to act as a go-between so I can find out what kind of soup this man might like.  Sure, one could suggest that I go out to the table, but as most reasonable people are aware, there’s a difference between reality and television/movies. Our President doesn’t know it, but most of you should. Anyway, as a working chef I work a station every night, and on that particular night I was covering the hot line alone, so with 12 burners and two ovens working I did not have the luxury of being able to wander out to the dining room to find out what kind of person would ask me to ruin a perfectly prepared dish, let alone gather ingredients to specially prepare a single bowl of soup.  It’s hot gazpacho you want? It’s hot gazpacho you’ll get.

At worst, stopping what you’re doing on a busy restaurant line can have a chain reaction effect on the entire dinner service.  At best, it can be an annoyance that affects service to the next table or two.  Throwing a wrench into a smoothly running machine can have an underestimated effect on the ongoing process.  Therefore, it’s vital to avoid mistakes by both the front of the house and the back of the house.  It’s so important to be fully prepared with prep, station set up, information, strong work ethic, and delivery of service.

Dinner service is often a delicate violence that must not be disturbed or upset.  When it’s flawless it’s a thing of beauty, but when there are mistakes and unnecessary interruptions, things potentially go awry. An experienced leader, and a strong team can avoid letting a glitch or two upset the process, but a poorly balanced kitchen team or service staff can let inefficiency and poor-quality seep into the restaurant.

Young cooks listen up.  When you are moving from cook to chef remember that preparation, clear and calm thinking, knowledge of the entire restaurant, and the possession of plan-b are essential tools for success, and wrenches are not.

Some People

I’ve been a bit lax in my posting.  The summer season is in full swing and going well.  The kitchen is performing well as is the service staff, it’s busier than I ever remember it to be.

I had a post ready to go, but my son dropped my laptop before I could transfer it from Word to my blog.  He’s lucky I love him.

We tried something new this season.  We limited Open Table reservations to parties of a maximum of six.  Service is far easier and we’re doing more numbers.  I think we’ve got something there.  When someone calls for a party over six we ask for a credit card to hold the table.

Some people don’t care if they leave you sitting there empty with a table set for ten.  What large groups do is make reservations at a few places in town and decide while they’re together at the race course where they want to go.  Too often they just don’t show up for the reservations they failed to keep, leaving restaurants with a table of ten set up, and having to turn away business they would have otherwise had. Yes, people, unlike dogs can be assholes.

We have also started taking credit cards to hold tables over six.  People who intend on showing up have no problem with that.

Tomorrow does not exist, and you cannot prove me wrong.

Some people are just plain weird.

Some people don’t know that slower traffic should keep right.  Most of those people drive a Prius.

Some people just learn the food, and fail to learn the history and culture behind it.  then it’s just food.

Authentic is overrated.  If we continue to insist that things remain authentic then nothing will never be improved.

I couldn’t tell you how many authentic recipes for pasta with Bolognese there are.

Some people complain when they had a gift certificate to a restaurant that closed.  Typically they got it as a gift from someone who couldn’t be bothered to actually put some thought into a present, or they won it.  Either way they have almost no investment in it.  With the high failure rate of restaurants why would you expect a gift certificate to be a guarantee

Some people must be forced to take initiative.

Someone ordered their lamb sloppy Joes medium rare.  I overcooked them a bit.

What’s said during service should stay there.

Some people do not lock the bathroom.

This past Friday morning I was making a traditional Bolognese for a weekend dinner special.  While browning the meat I walked out to check the reservations for the evening and I noticed that my dear friends had made a reservation.  Since I know how they loved my Bolognese with fresh pasta I returned to the kitchen and proceeded to cook with an extra special sense of pleasure.

This vaping thing is gone from an alternative to smoking cigarettes to a silly and useless fad.  My station at work looks directly out the back door of the restaurant onto a small porch.  On Friday night I watched the restaurant staff go in and out of that door repeatedly.  Some of them more than 6-8 times per hour.  I’ve decided that a revolving door should be put in place of the current door and the spinning door could be used to generate electricity, potentially saving thousands of dollars on energy bills.

Some people don’t speak enough.

Some people speak too much.

I don’t trust either one.

I make it my business to know who’s in the dining room.  I know who’s coming in, what time they’re coming, and what table they’ll have.  I like to know when they’re seated, and I like to know who their server is.  I cannot possibly know everyone, but I try to know as much as possible.

Table was upset because we sat a nine-top near them on a Saturday night in August. They demanded we not seat them until they were done with their dinner.  F-them.  The table of nine was far more civilized than that table of four. Summer in Saratoga.

Some people’s group of friends change with their place of employment.  What they have are fellow employees who hang out and drink together after work, not friends.

There are exceptions to every rule.

Some people tailgate me even though I drive reasonably over the speed limit.  That typically causes me to drive unreasonably under the speed limit.

Christian Atheists are interesting.

I have been doing work on my novel.  I expect to move quicker in the fall.  Incase you don’t know, it’s about two competing restaurants in a town much like Saratoga.  All the characters are based on people I have worked with, worked for, vendors, customers, and the various oddballs one comes across in my line of work.  Everyone will be depicted as an animal. There are a lot of moles and rats.  Too many to include.

Irresponsible Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

This story got me writing this morning.  Social media and online reviews are out of control in many cases.  I takes a certain mentality to be part of that scene in order to satisfy an agenda or need.

I was once having dinner at a farm-to-table restaurant and noticed a bug in my salad.  I very quietly and discreetly called the server over and pointed it out.  She apologized and replaced the salad.  I knew they used fresh, local greens and that sometimes produce might sometimes have an undetected critter.  Rather than record it in order to gain my 15 minutes on social media I made the rational and grown-up decision to work with the establishment. I got a new salad and enjoyed my meal.

When a difficult situation occurs in a restaurant it is the responsibility of the management to resolve the situation to the reasonable satisfaction of the guest.  When the guest cannot be consoled, the onus typically falls on the guest who in most cases refuses to be satisfied and is generally irrational and/or failing to see things from the restaurant’s side.

If the individual or group is not happy there’s sometimes nothing that can be done about it.  It’s not preferable if they decide not to return and perhaps tell a few friends their version of the experience.  What I see however as a growing issue is when the unhappy party uses social media to attack a restaurant with a long-winded and slanted or even false account of an event to retaliate against the restaurant with an “I’m going to get you back” mentality.

A friend who owns a restaurant was recently called a racist on social media because he asked a table to lower their noise level as they were disrupting the enjoyment of other guests.  No, you were not singled out because of your race, you were singled out because you had total disregard for the other diners.  Being asked to lower your noise level was not an attack on who you are, but a request to alter your behavior and in no way justifies you spreading false accusations on social media.

Often enough a diner will tell their version of an event and omit their actions that led up to the situation or they’ll give a version based on their post-alcohol consumption and self-serving bias.  Their eyewitness account is too many times an inaccurate version of what occurred nor is it a fair assessment of the situation. Failing to consider all the facts and circumstances only creates a story that did not happen as reported.

While it’s true that all stories (especially in today’s social media and “everyone can be a restaurant reviewer” landscape) are seen through the eyes of the story-teller, it’s clear to me that those told with an agenda of retaliation and anger are as useful as sand in your underpants.

To the guy who ate 90% of his entrée before declaring it was too salty and refused to pay…. There may not be such thing as a free lunch, but you certainly showed us that there is such thing as a free dinner.

A restaurant that wants to survive has the task of providing a positive experience and delivering to the public what is promised as part of their business model.  When an establishment fails to provide that, the responsible thing to do is to work with management to solve whatever issue comes up.  If you as the diner are going to refuse managements attempts to find a resolution, and if you’re going to act in an irrational manner and spew out an inaccurate account to the public then you are the problem, not the restaurant.

When you see these rants on social media and in online reviews then you need to ask if this person described the account accurately, responsibly, and without an agenda.   You should consider that perhaps their behavior was unreasonable, and the restaurant tried to satisfy a difficult guest without success.