I am the leader of the server revolution! Taking the power away from the customers and putting it back in the hands of the bartenders and servers. Yelp off!!!
Summertime means that customers are going to sit on the patio. And they should. It’s Los Angeles, the sun is shining, and servers love running back and forth between the restaurant and the patio just to get additional things that customers forgot to ask for each time we are at their table.
But keep in mind that although the patio is beautiful, you will still have to deal with the elements. The sun is a giant, fiery star that produces heat. So although I can pull an umbrella over your table, I can’t do something about “the hot light overhead.” If I had a direct line to God, I wouldn’t use it to turn the heat down so your botox doesn’t melt off. I would call for the opposite.
These Tables Might Wobble, but They Won’t Fall Down. Patios are built on concrete, and then another layer of some kind of substance is poured over that to make it look nice and “out-doorsy.” So yes, your table is sitting on a hard surface, but that doesn’t mean that it is going to be steady and not wobble. Especially after you’ve asked me to move two tables together so you can sit two more friends at your table, or so you can have more room to place your purses because you refuse to lay your bags on the ground. It’s okay to let homeless people sleep on the sidewalk, or under freeway overpasses, but God help us if your Louis Vuitton bag even sees the ground.
And lastly, bugs. You are probably going to see some bugs. No, not like there will be an army of beetles marching toward the patio with pitchforks and torches trying to take back their land. Which, let’s be honest, would be awesome! But you may see a cockroach running around, or peeping up behind you. YOU ARE OUTSIDE! And they were here first. And NO!, your server doesn’t make to “take care of it.”
This has happened to me two times recently. The first time, a couple on the patio said that they saw a cockroach run under the table next to them. First of all, I don’t know how they saw it. It was later in the evening, and the only light on the patio was from the candles. But they still wanted me to investigate and do something about it. But they gave me explicit instructions to “not squish it,” and “to use a napkin.” I didn’t see anything, but I really didn’t want to hear about it anymore, so I pretended like I had found it, made a big deal about trapping it in the corner, and dove on top of it with a napkin and took it away.
The other time, a man came up to me and asked, “Do you work here?”
I pointed to my apron and said, “Yes.”
“I saw a cockroach by the door and think it may have gone inside. Can you do something about this?” he demanded.
I look at him for a second, and honestly said, “I don’t do bugs.”
Until next time… Server’s don’t pay their rent with compliments.
“Bitter. Party of 1? Your table is ready.”