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Topics I've Started


14 December 2018 - 07:14 PM

I'll get to my write-up one of these days.


But for now let's just note that the dismissal of this fine restaurant as "fussy" is already starting.

Melvin Dummar

13 December 2018 - 04:12 AM

Philip Bosco

04 December 2018 - 09:45 PM

An ornament of the New York stage (as they say).

"Bleecker Bob" Plotnik

04 December 2018 - 05:09 AM

If you're me (or someone like me), you spent an inordinate amount of money and time in his record store.


And you wouldn't ask for even the tiniest bit of it back.

Old Man Shaking Fist at Cloud

05 November 2018 - 11:16 PM

One thing that's happened over the last 10 years or so is the decline of restaurants' offering coat-checking.  We had debates about this here a long time ago.  Me, I like being able to check my things.  But I understand how the whole ritual -- with the possibly mysterious tip expectation -- could creep out some people who are Younger Than Me (i.e., most of the people in the world).  So I get why restaurants stopped doing it.  And I don't think they stopped out of laziness or to save money or anything.


But I have had a repeated experience accompanying the decline of coat-checking that has annoyed the shit out of me.  This sort of thing has happened to me fairly frequently over the last several years.  But it happened last week in a way that was so stark that it finally seemed worth posting about.


I went into a no-coat-check place.  There were some pegs on the wall for coats and things -- but not nearly enough to accommodate all the people who'd be in the restaurant when full, as it was that night.


Now, in the Fall/Winter/early Spring I inevitably will be toting the following:  (a) a coat; (b) a hat; (c ) a backpack.  And so I was when I entered this restaurant.  There was no coat check and, as I indicated, all the wall hooks were taken.


Coat:  no problem -- hang over the back of my chair.  Hat and backpack?  The tables were closely spaced:  no room on the banquette between my date and the people at the next table.  So onto the floor by my chair.  I didn't like dumping my stuff there, but I couldn't see where else I could put them.


After a very short while, the hostess came over.


"Would you MIND if I take your things and PUT them somewhere?  You're creating QUITE a HAZARD!"


If all those capital letters didn't make it clear, this was said not sympathetically and helpfully, but accusingly.  It almost always is in these situations, in my experience.


Look (as I tried to say very politely):  I'd like nothing more than for you take my stuff and stow it somewhere.  But that's not a service your restaurant offers -- at least not as you come in.  What did you want me to do?