In the spirit of this thread (and the article that inspired it), I'll offer a brief list of things that customers should never do:
1. Don't be late. If you have a 7:00 reservation, arrive promptly. Your table becomes fair game for the wait list if you're more than fifteen minutes late.
2. Try to arrive with your entire party. Don't get angry if the hostess won't seat you straight away if your entire party hasn't arrived. This is a standard rule at most restaurants.
3. Don't grovel over prices. If you want top shelf vodka in your cosmopolitan, expect to pay a little more.
4. There is no such thing as "between medium-rare and medium". It's one or the other. Know how you like your food cooked.
5. Don't complain about split charges. Again, they are standard in almost every restaurant, and they are there to (slightly) make up for the money they're losing because you don't want to pay for two full entrees.
6. Don't try to impress me (or your dinner companions) with your knowledge of food and wine. We've all watched an episode of
Top Chef and can rattle off terms like "heirloom tomatoes" and "oenology".
7. Don't act like your server is below you! Look me in the eyes when I talk to you, say "please" and "thank you," etc. It's called manners!
8. Don't walk into a busy restaurant on a Saturday night without a reservation and expect to be seated right away. You have a better shot at getting Rush Limbaugh to officiate a gay marriage.
9. Don't tell me that you're a regular. If you were a regular, I would know who you are.
10. Don't tell me you're friends with the owner. See above.
11. Don't ever touch a waiter/busser/host, unless it's to offer a friendly handshake.
12. Don't scream my name (or worse: "WAITER!") across the dining room. If you want my attention, politely signal me over to your table.
More to come, I'm sure.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body