by Flack » Sun Sep 01, 2019 6:43 am
Nic's Grill is a manly man's place, whose value comes not from how customers are treated, but by how big and juicy their burgers are. When my father and I sat down, the waiter (from behind the grill) asked, "two burgers?" which was soon followed by, "drinks?" I got the feeling that former military service and/or preferred sports teams are regular conversation starters there. Birthdays, not so much.
The Mexican restaurant is different. Every Mexican restaurant around here has a giant sombrero hanging on a wall (typically next to a guitar) and waitstaff are just dying to use it. All it takes is one person at the table to divulge your secret to your waiter ("psst... it's his birthday") and the wheels are set in motion. You might not even realize the machina has gone into effect until it's too late. One moment you're slathering refried beans onto a tortilla, and when your eyes lift you notice every waiter in the restaurant has circled around like Indians circling a covered wagon. Before you can say "more salsa please," they've slipped that sweaty sombrero onto your head and are singing a royalty free version of "Happy Birthday" that's just different enough to not get them sued, but familiar enough that the entire restaurant feels compelled to clap along to. If there were a payoff here -- a free dinner or dessert for the birthday boy -- that would be one thing, but every Mexican restaurant down here loads you up on free stuff: chips, cheese, salsa, tortilla, relish, and at the end, sopapillas. So, no free accouterments for you -- just 90 seconds of embarrassment for your close friends and family to record on their phones.
PS: We brought our own small cake to the restaurant. There were 10 slices, and 8 of us. The waiter asked if he could have the last two. We tipped 20% plus two slices of birthday cake.
Nic's Grill is a manly man's place, whose value comes not from how customers are treated, but by how big and juicy their burgers are. When my father and I sat down, the waiter (from behind the grill) asked, "two burgers?" which was soon followed by, "drinks?" I got the feeling that former military service and/or preferred sports teams are regular conversation starters there. Birthdays, not so much.
The Mexican restaurant is different. Every Mexican restaurant around here has a giant sombrero hanging on a wall (typically next to a guitar) and waitstaff are just dying to use it. All it takes is one person at the table to divulge your secret to your waiter ("psst... it's his birthday") and the wheels are set in motion. You might not even realize the machina has gone into effect until it's too late. One moment you're slathering refried beans onto a tortilla, and when your eyes lift you notice every waiter in the restaurant has circled around like Indians circling a covered wagon. Before you can say "more salsa please," they've slipped that sweaty sombrero onto your head and are singing a royalty free version of "Happy Birthday" that's just different enough to not get them sued, but familiar enough that the entire restaurant feels compelled to clap along to. If there were a payoff here -- a free dinner or dessert for the birthday boy -- that would be one thing, but every Mexican restaurant down here loads you up on free stuff: chips, cheese, salsa, tortilla, relish, and at the end, sopapillas. So, no free accouterments for you -- just 90 seconds of embarrassment for your close friends and family to record on their phones.
PS: We brought our own small cake to the restaurant. There were 10 slices, and 8 of us. The waiter asked if he could have the last two. We tipped 20% plus two slices of birthday cake.