15 Restaurant Pet Peeves
Joe and I at Le Bernardin, where I had no such complaints The first post I wrote for this blog was full of complaints about restaurants, particularly the waitstaff. A few years later, my resentment has only grown. Restaurants have lower standards. Servers are less competent. I am grouchier. It is time to enumerate my pet peeves as a restaurant-goer once again. Joe, my long-suffering husband and dining companion, thinks I am too touchy and finds my complaining cringeworthy. You be the judge; I am unlikely to change. I hate it when: 1. The host or hostess seats me directly under a fan or vent, which always makes me ask for a new table. 2. The music is too loud to talk over. This makes me ask the server to turn it down. (I also hate it when the music is too soft to hear, when it's music I don't like, and when it's music that I do like, but I will save those complaints for another day.) 3. The server brings me sparkling water over ice, which dilutes the bu...
