Several times in the last few months, I’ve been at a mid-range restaurant. The food is good but not outlandishly expensive. The wait-person has done their job, provided the drinks and food with reasonable promptness.
And then a greeter wanders through the room, stopping for a brief visit at each table. “Is the food wonderful?” “Are you having an outstanding time?” “Is your steak cooked perfectly?”
I feel like this is a new trend, and one I don’t care for. I have a life-long sales resistance, as do many other people. I do not like to be put in such a position. If I agree, to be polite, I am allowing the vendor to put a superlative description in my mouth. If I disagree, then I feel like I’ll have to immediately complain about some food that is honestly adequate. So, I am left in frustrated silence. Usually, someone else in my dinner party says the appropriate words and the greeter moves on her way. But I’m left with a bad feeling.
I guess it’s time to construct a quick come-back. Some phrase I can whip out at an instant when this happens again. Something like, “It was perfectly adequate.” Perhaps with a smile, letting them know that I’m aware they’ve been coached to feed me that line.
Of course, it’s probably just one of my quirks. I have many. I’m just glad I have a blog where I can vent in a relatively conflict-free environment.
Have a spectacular day.