Love strong napkins…not the cheap ass kind that you need a thousand to wipe your mouth without leaving a trail of napkin residue on your face. Place to sit that’s shaded Parking Somewhat clean…not a disastrous mess
All the others…
Love a decent chair to sit in… Hate when the table is wobbly!!! Loud beyond loud. Weak drinks Nickle and dimed to death on menu items If sitting next to a window, I see that the level of soot can be measured in inches. Idiot servers Empty resto and the hostess seats you at the worst table by the kitchen or bathroom…ugghhh!
Loved to hear your gripes and moans…you know you got em…
Five bucks for steak sauce…was it a made to order demi-glace?
I call them Pub or Bar High…I don’t like them either…I’d rather stand.
Also, I like bar stools with backs on them and filled in…not where your back is exposed…
I also hate when my beloved taco shops start bringing out the cleaner and start spraying that ammonia that I’m sensitive to, along with its tough to enjoy your meal with waifs of chemical cleaner in the air.
When they come by with water refills, I want a lot of ice in the pitcher and I don’t want the last drop of water in my glass…unless I’m in the desert and Armageddon is approaching.
I also don’t like nasty, calcium ridden pitchers…eeewwww.
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What are those raised tables called?
[/quote]When we rent them from our local party store we call them bistro tables. I don’t like sitting at them either. @Plumeria is right, they’re for standing.
I like when they offer a black napkin if you’re wearing black.
I don’t like when the chairs are designed to make your purse fall to the floor. You have to have your meal with a purse in your lap or on the table. I never put my purse on the floor.
Never put a handbag on the floor but love those hooks under the bar or in fancy pants restaurants in France, my French Handbag gets its own little stool…
Love me my taco shops but when they bring out the ammonia laced windex, just can’t breath that sh*t…with my iron lung I got for all the wrappers off my Pall Mall cigs. . .
Hostesses that act like Mensa infused skanks that are there for your pleasure…not, to seat you and become so annoyed to have to walk you to your table!