You know when you visit a restaurant too often when...
...the staff begin to know your preferences.
There's an excellent sushi restaurant near my apartment building. I've gone a few times since moving here, although I try to limit myself to once a month because their dishes are slightly pricier than your average sushi joint. When I first moved here, I didn't know anyone so if I went out to eat, I'd sit alone.
Even since I've met friends, for some reason, if I end up at that restaurant again, I'm alone (usually due to my friends having different schedules and whatnot).
I walked into said restaurant again earlier today for dinner. I told the host/waitress, "Just a table for one. It's just me." And the waitress replied, as if realizing something, "...Oh yeah! This way, please."
Clearly they're beginning to recognize me...
There's an excellent sushi restaurant near my apartment building. I've gone a few times since moving here, although I try to limit myself to once a month because their dishes are slightly pricier than your average sushi joint. When I first moved here, I didn't know anyone so if I went out to eat, I'd sit alone.
Even since I've met friends, for some reason, if I end up at that restaurant again, I'm alone (usually due to my friends having different schedules and whatnot).
I walked into said restaurant again earlier today for dinner. I told the host/waitress, "Just a table for one. It's just me." And the waitress replied, as if realizing something, "...Oh yeah! This way, please."
Clearly they're beginning to recognize me...