It’s a pretty mild evening for February. Jacket wearing
diners fill the entrances of their favorite restaurants as they wait to be
seated for a special meal with a loved one. What is it about this day that
causes people to stand in line upwards of one hour to have a meal? I’ve started
out early enough with my husband to spend a minimal of time in one such line. When
our turn comes we are seated in a corner near a fireplace. The ambiance is as
delicious I suppose as the meal we’ll have.
John Harley, Emerald Executive in Organo Gold Int’l says
that Fridays and Saturdays are the worst days for diners to visit restaurants.
First, the lengthy wait for a table is excruciating and the food is not always
the freshest this time of the week. I am reminded of the glorious restaurants
of Chicago with the wonderful cuisine that started a movement called “Taste of
Chicago” and the lines I waited in for dinner.
Tonight I watch the entrance of the restaurant where my
husband and I are enjoying spicy shrimp and chicken to see how many people will
form that proverbial line. From where we’re sitting we see a few people milling
about. I wonder if this gesture of dinner is obligatory as I stare at the
helium balloons that declare special greetings to family, friends, or lovers.
The celebration of love over a meal is fascinating. We stood in line and
waited to be fed. I say, "John Harley, it’s worth it. Bon appetite."
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