Shut Up and Let Us Eat
We dined in Ocean Prime last night on the Boston harbor, one of my favorite places for steaks. We had maybe the finest bone-in filet we’ve ever had, and I sent that message to the kitchen. The drinks and wine were excellent.
But the waiter was a cloying, annoying, interfering guy who thinks constant discussion enhances a meal. His “brief” descriptions of specials took five minutes. He interrupted us twice before we had chosen our dinner. He came over three times while we were eating to check up on us. He was so tone deaf that when I told him the steaks were among the best ever, he then said, “Were they prepared to your liking?”
When he returned my credit card and bill, he said, “Thank you, Alan.”
This is a sign of poor supervision, and an ego that needs restraint. No doubt he thinks he’s an actor just making money as a waiter. But in reality, he’s simply a terrible waiter.