I really love your lunches, and your cheese plate, and your bar menu, and your wine list and your delicious vodka tonics. (Especially those vodka tonics.) And when Jennifer pokes her head out of the kitchen it's like a mini celebrity sighting! ("OMG, she's on teevee!")
But the new waiter? The guy with The Hair? Not so much. He literally came by right after DJ and I had the cheese plate delivered to our bar table and "so, do you think you'll be ordering any more food tonight?" I mean, I get that you're compensated on tips, but please, don't make me feel like I'm on some kind of scripted upsell plan. ("Yes, and I'll supersize it.")
But seriously, I hate to even complain even in the slightest. Because other than the guy with the hair? You really are perfect.