… there are times when I do miss France!
At the moment I am on holiday in Central America and to get here meant transiting through the USA. I had a 3 hour wait at Houston, and decided to get something to eat as a) I was hungry and b) I thought it would kill some time.
There wasn’t much choice beyond fast food so I ended up at a themed American Diner restuarant and was welcomed by Cindy, who showed me to my table. I was then greeted by Sandra who explained she would be my server as she handed me my menu. She left me to make my choice but was back within seconds to see what drinks I wanted. I asked for a beer and continued to look at the menu. She came back shortly with my beer and asked if I was ready to order. I felt a bit rushed but told her what wanted.
In no time at all Sandra was back with my food and hoped I would enjoy my meal. I was still hunting through my enormous plate to see if the chef had decided to put any lettuce leaves in with the salad dressing when she was back asking me if everything was ok and did I want anything else? To be honest it was all getting a bit intimidating and I just wanted to be left in peace to eat. However she returned a couple more times to check the food was ok and top my water.
As soon as I had put my knife and fork down, she was back asking if I wanted dessert. I couldn’t take the constant attention, so beat a hasty retreat. All in all I was in the restaurant for 30 mins top, so much for killing time.
It was a strange meal experience and not only was I amazed by the difference in quality and quantity of the American ‘food’ but I really missed the complete and utter indifference of French waiting staff.
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