Tag: Dining Out

I brought candy to work. I ate some, and I offered to share. My offer was declined. So I ate it all myself. I got off work early, so I went to my favorite bar. This would be the only place I feel comfortable going to alone, so by default it is my favorite. On…

“Kara, you’re a good girl, you know that?” the regular asked the cute, young bartender, who appeared a tad confused. “Huh?” “Do you know the difference between a good girl and a nice girl?” he asked her, smiling. “Um…” she answered like all good bartenders should, when not sure where a conversation is headed. Oh…

Dear Mr. Panera Bread, First, I want to thank you for providing free wi-fi in your eatery. Unlike Mr. Cable and Mr. Landline/DSL, who can’t seem to deliver the goods they promise, you alone have allowed me to once again have contact with my blog, my email, my online life. I wish I could properly…

Tough week for me. Tough week for my Wonderful Friend. Hadn’t met up for drinks in a while, so we met an hour later than we’d planned because she was stuck in hours-long traffic out in God’s country, where she works. Like I said, a tough week for all. We met in a neighborhood we…

“…I want to make sure you are treated well,” said the GM who had hired me, but for whom I had not gone to work five months ago. But over these five months months, we had bonded over a few phone calls about the larger private parties he wanted to book at my place, and…

No, I had never been to this place before. I had never been to this restaurant that shares my age, but which has seen far more history unfold before its plate glass windows than my eyes will ever see in a lifetime. My kids have each been there dozens of times, frequenting the place throughout…

“What’s wrong with the coffee drink?” I looked around. Oh, you’re talking to me? “You, what’s wrong with the drink?” I glanced down at my now-empty tall drip. I used to get the mocha this and the caramel that all the time. But of late, they seem too sweet, too heavy–and they take too long…

When you have a reservation at a resort restaurant, you check in a half hour before your reservation time so you can get your table approximately 20 minutes past your reservation time. But RG, you ask, how is that a reservation? Trust me, in resort time, many reservations are a modest goal that hosts try…

I am slowly but surely changing my ways. I no longer eat candy for breakfast. As a result, I have discovered yet another diet that allows me to keep my girlish figure–the eat-a-big-enough-breakfast-because-you-won’t-eat-any-food-the-rest-of-your-shift-until-you-get-home diet. It is amazing. Oh sure, there’s a half-hour “lunch” break written into my schedule–but please, let’s be real. It’s restaurant life…