Hi there. I have reservations for 6:30, but I’m a few minutes early. I can just stand outside—or maybe I should leave? I’m so sorry. I always set my clocks a little fast so I’m never late, but sometimes it means I get in a little too early. Marilyn has still never forgiven me for that time I was 20 minutes early to her Christmas party. Again, truly, I apologize.
I knew we should have circled the block a few times. Our GPS said we’d arrive at 6:19, but I thought maybe we could walk slowly enough from the parking lot. I warned my husband about this a mile before we arrived, but he was so sure everything would be fine. Yet here we are, at 6:23. I’m so embarrassed.
At least you’re open! As we were walking up, I thought you might be closed. I know I looked up your hours and successfully made a reservation, but when I saw the lights on and people bustling inside, I assumed you must be cleaning. But my husband insisted it was fine and that the open sign probably wasn’t a mistake.
Perhaps we could sit at the bar while we wait. Would that be easier? I see an open seat, so maybe I can sit there, and my husband can just kind of awkwardly stand behind me as waiters try to navigate the narrow lane of traffic. Would that be alright?
Oh, you’re ready for us? But it’s only 6:26, are you sure? No, you don’t have to take my coat. I’ll just drape it over my seat. A booth? I’ll just sit on it then. I agree it is quite a large fur coat, but it’ll be comfortable. I don’t mean to be so much trouble.
Tap is fine; I wouldn’t want to bother you for sparkling. Actually, now that I’m looking at the menu, do you mind if I ask a question? I’m not seeing anything that’s calling to me, but I do notice you have a grits side and shrimp cocktail appetizer. Do you think your chef could turn that into a shrimp and grits entrée? I can explain it to the chef if that would be helpful. Thank you so much.