Saturday, January 12, 2013

Kid Karma

     One hundred dollars- I spend my life chasing these crisp, clean, underused measures of success, yet so many of my customers throw these bills around like they are nothing. For every person who enters our restaurant with a reverence for the ritual of spending money, 10 more are in jeans, in a hurry, and sit at their tables on their iPhones looking bored; They act like they are in their own living rooms, and are paying a hundred bucks for the privilege. I love our laid-back neighborhood vibe, but I have joked more than once, particularly when I'm being pressured for time, "Are we McDonald's for rich people?"

     We have a regular, a floppy-haired, mild-mannered guy, who comes around 8:30 or 9 pm, dressed in a suit coat and toting his hyper-active spawn. If you are a parent you understand the significance of this immediately: 9 pm should be time for bed, not for hanging out with dad at a fancy restaurant. Dad always has a 1/2 bottle of wine of something excessively expensive for the occasion, something French worth hundreds of dollars. Like our other "living room" regulars he does not pay corkage (Though at least he gives me a splash to try, and I can't really complain about a 20-40 dollar taste of wine.)

     Usually, floppy hair's child passes out as soon as he eats. I'll catch him stretched out in a banquette or across a few chairs pushed together in the main dining room. It's late enough that there are not too many other people around to witness this less-than-stellar example of parenting. Dad continues his meal, contently messing with his tablet or watching TV, enjoying his fabulously expensive Bordeaux.

     I didn't appreciate the method to this madness until floppy hair came in early one day. He was with the whole family‒wife, two older kids, and the little one‒coming in at 6 pm or so. The mini-member of the spawn was in full spaz. He couldn't sit still, messing with the table papers, getting into his dad's space, and I feared several times for his water glass. It was a special occasion, and the family was nicely dressed. Dad had brought in a half bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, a 1st growth Bordeaux which costs roughly 800-1500 for a full bottle, to enjoy with mom.

     I poured the wine, eyeing the spastic minion distrustfully. Dad didn't seem to care, his method of dealing with the kid was "cope and ignore." My own small experience with children tells me I'd be a doormat of a parent as well, so I really can't judge; however, this child's lack of discipline came back to bite floppy hair. Towards the end of their meal, I walked past to see a stemmed glass down, with wine poured across an empty plate and surrounding table cloth.

     A couple hundred dollars worth of wine was soaking into the table cloth, but floppy hair seemed unfazed. He simply stood up and took junior for a walk outside. Perhaps he was simply happy his tan suit had been spared.

     I finally understood the 9 pm visits. The late hour plus rich food were a tranq dart for the minion, with our restaurant chairs serving as a containment unit. It's nice to know we can provide a service to our regulars beyond, you know, food and drink.

     For anyone who is curious, is the Lafite Rothschild worth ten crisp hundred dollar bills? Not even close‒ I've tried a few different vintages now and I'm always impressed by its polish and elegance; It kind of reminds of Anne Hathaway: glamorous, wholesome, neatly put together. But quirky tends to catch my interest more than perfect, and there are too many beautiful, intriguing wines under 50 bucks to ever make me throw my hundreds at any single bottle.
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7 comments:

  1. Such a strange situation! I am not a fan of people who treat restaurants as daycares/nap centers. As a parent of two AND a server, this makes me really uncomfortable. Every parent finds themselves in a situation where you've been busy all day and have to eat late... However I can't see making a habit of it. Maybe this guy should spend a little less on his wine and hire a nanny. Sounds like his kids could benefit from a more consistent schedule and a regular bed time! I will say, props to this guy for letting you have some of his wine. What a nice guy.

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    1. Our customers don't always understand the concept of "boundaries" :P The type of stuff that people expect of my boss on a regular basis is pretty amazing. He just rolls with it, which is really all you can do in this neighborhood without incurring Yelp wrath.

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  2. Just curious ... what kind of a tipper is this guy? Excellent writing, as always. What a pleaure reading your blog.

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    1. Always 20%, with a taste of wine. He really is a nice guy, just a little clueless

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  3. Um, agreed on the wine situation. My favorite bottle thus far in life was about 25 bucks, and the more expensive kinds I've tried? Meh.

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    1. My favorite wines are typically Italian reds around 20 bucks. Occasionally I'll splurge and go for a 30 dollar bottle, but beyond that, you are really paying for the name/region of a wine

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  4. What an interesting post. I enjoyed your story telling, and your description of the man and his child. Although I found myself fighting the urge to jump into your story and give this guy some parenting advice. The little boy belongs home in bed. And I hope he's not driving after drinking. And I agree with the other comment, how about spending less on wine and paying for a nanny?
    I was a waiter for years, so I have empathy for you. And now that I'm a mother I have empathy for the kid.
    Leslie (aka gwen moss)

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