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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

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Indigestion

The MO took me out to dinner tonight at one of our regular favorite restaurants. This is a place where we usually spend two to three hours working our way through several courses and a couple of bottles of wine. The food is always exceptional and the service is terrific. Until tonight....

We arrived early (as usual) and the new hostess sat us RIGHT NEXT TO the only other couple in the restaurant. This is a major pet peeve, but before we had time to even register this faux pas we were pounced upon by our over-eager waitress. Before long, the MO posited that she was fresh from T.G.I.Friday's or a similar "turn the tables" establishment.

There was not time for a single breath between courses--I don't know how the kitchen kept up (yes, hyperbolic, but you get the point)--exacerbated by a busboy who kept trying to take my plates before I was done (bread--saved twice, only to be snitched during a moment of inattention, salad--waved off once, removed the moment the fork hit the empty plate, main course--eyed covetously whilst hovering after taking the MO's plate indecently quickly, dessert--reached for WAY too early, nearly causing bloodshed). The couple next to us (remember them? they were already drinking their wine when we sat down?) was just ordering dessert when we were being presented with our bill (held out, not put down).

I'm don't remember ever doing the "may I speak to a manager" bit before, but I did it tonight. Said manager of course recognized us (I meant that "regular" at the beginning) and was profusely apologetic, offering recompense (which we refused, that not being the point--the food was fabulous as usual) and promising to discuss the situation with the new waitress. So I suspect someone is having a less than pleasant discussion with a boss, which kind of makes me feel bad, but really. This is a good restaurant, not a fast-food joint. I expect to dine languidly (and in peace!) and leave "fat and happy", not have the food shoved down my throat and get kicked out in search of a Tums.

Harumph.

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