I think waiters judge me
A few weeks ago, Lucy took me to Caracas, an amazing Venezuelan arepas bar in the East Village. SO yummy and fresh. I vowed to return, a dream that was realized last night. (That was my feeble attempt at making a quest for food sound somewhat noble.)
But yeah. The place is tiny. You always see the same staff there, including one very cute waiter. Since I was playing host to some out-of-towners last night, I marched up straight to him so he could take down my name, and I gave him my best smile... to no avail. (Although considering the lack of use those particular facial muscles get, I probably looked like I was posing for a mug shot.) And then today, my sister and I wanted something relatively cheap and good, so I went there again with her... and there he was again! (Well, duh.) I made my sister put her name on the list, and I kept avoiding direct eye contact with him.
I guess I was embarrassed that I was there two nights in a row. Not sure why. (God forbid a male know that a female eats dinner two nights in a row.) I tried hiding the best I could (if that's even possible), even though it's really narcissistic to think that he would remember me. But I kept feeling like the staff was judging me for coming twice to their place. (Although... you'd think that it'd occur to me that restaurant people would love people coming back.) Shrug.
In related news, last night, I heard somebody waiting outside of the restaurant ponder in all seriousness (unfortunately, loudly), "Carcass? That's such a dumb name for a restaurant!" In embarrassing news, this person was a member of my party... and he made that comment after I informed him that we were going out for Venezuelan. Although he's a friend of a friend, so he is not really in my inner circle. (Yes, I judge people too.)
I'm mean. Sometimes I think I'm going to be reincarnated as a cockroach. It's not like I know all geography. I don't know the capital of Uzbekistan. (Well, now I do. Tashkent. Just looked it up on Wikipedia when I double-checked the spelling of Uzbekistan. Haha. I'm such a loser.)
But yeah. The place is tiny. You always see the same staff there, including one very cute waiter. Since I was playing host to some out-of-towners last night, I marched up straight to him so he could take down my name, and I gave him my best smile... to no avail. (Although considering the lack of use those particular facial muscles get, I probably looked like I was posing for a mug shot.) And then today, my sister and I wanted something relatively cheap and good, so I went there again with her... and there he was again! (Well, duh.) I made my sister put her name on the list, and I kept avoiding direct eye contact with him.
I guess I was embarrassed that I was there two nights in a row. Not sure why. (God forbid a male know that a female eats dinner two nights in a row.) I tried hiding the best I could (if that's even possible), even though it's really narcissistic to think that he would remember me. But I kept feeling like the staff was judging me for coming twice to their place. (Although... you'd think that it'd occur to me that restaurant people would love people coming back.) Shrug.
In related news, last night, I heard somebody waiting outside of the restaurant ponder in all seriousness (unfortunately, loudly), "Carcass? That's such a dumb name for a restaurant!" In embarrassing news, this person was a member of my party... and he made that comment after I informed him that we were going out for Venezuelan. Although he's a friend of a friend, so he is not really in my inner circle. (Yes, I judge people too.)
I'm mean. Sometimes I think I'm going to be reincarnated as a cockroach. It's not like I know all geography. I don't know the capital of Uzbekistan. (Well, now I do. Tashkent. Just looked it up on Wikipedia when I double-checked the spelling of Uzbekistan. Haha. I'm such a loser.)
posted by Anny at 1:16 AM
1 Comments:
Who cares if waiters judge you? I never judge you. And that's really all that matters. I'm so proud that you found Caracas worthy of introducing other people to! Wooo, arepas!
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