Frequent readers will know I'm obsessed with the restaurant "Not Your Average Joe's." Last night, I had the experience to trump them all.
After frequenting the establishment between one and three times a week for the last five months, my dream finally came true.
Kylee and I were seated, and before long, the waiter popped in with two diet-cherry cokes and asked if we were having the usual. I looked at him blankly, wondering if I'd heard him right, when he asked if I wanted my salad with half-grilled/half-fried chicken and dressing on the side. You know, like usual.
Believe it or not, this was actually the night I was going to try something new (GASP!). To top it off, Terrell (I had to learn his name after this star treatment) mentioned he wasn't sure it was me; as my hair was different from the last time I'd been in.
So; in short: Waiter of the Year remembered my crazy drink and crazy food order to the letter. He has only served me once for the record; more than a month ago. That's some kind of memory right there!
I felt important.