I just had one of those trip down memory lane.
When I was a young boy my grandmother, a cousin and I stopped at a little restruaunt and right the middle of reviewing the menu she told the waitress that she wanted to speak with the cook. The cook came out and they spoke. Grandmother said she wanted to see him cause she never ate food in a restaurant from a skinny cook. For some reason that has always stuck with me.
If the cook is skinny the food must be terrible.
That's like the Briscoe Darling character on the Andy Griffith Show. When he ate in an unfamiliar location, he wanted to observe the food as it was prepared.
I agree with Granny...never trust a skinny cook. 😉
Legend has it that years ago back in NZ my late Granny refused to eat in a certain restaurant because the entrance doors were dirty but the rest of us all chowed down.
Here, the common MO is to stand, sit or recline and just stare at people, which I find very irritating. So one evening I'm parking outside a restaurant and standing on the footpath is Lookie-Loo giving it all he's got. So I park up, get out and sail past, our eyes locked and I was within a gnat's hair of releasing a premeditated vicious tirade of: "WTF are you F well looking at you F F faced F" but held back, walked into the restaurant and sat down. To my dismay he had followed me in and our eyes re-locked like a robotic TS following a prism and as he went past his head was almost 180 degrees before he gave up ... and went through into the kitchen ... he was the chef. The moral of the episode being: if you're gonna eat, keep your mouth shut.
Richard Imrie, post: 438632, member: 11256 wrote: Legend has it that years ago back in NZ my late Granny refused to eat in a certain restaurant because the entrance doors were dirty but the rest of us all chowed down.
Here, the common MO is to stand, sit or recline and just stare at people, which I find very irritating. So one evening I'm parking outside a restaurant and standing on the footpath is Lookie-Loo giving it all he's got. So I park up, get out and sail past, our eyes locked and I was within a gnat's hair of releasing a premeditated vicious tirade of: "WTF are you F well looking at you F F faced F" but held back, walked into the restaurant and sat down. To my dismay he had followed me in and our eyes re-locked like a robotic TS following a prism and as he went past his head was almost 180 degrees before he gave up ... and went through into the kitchen ... he was the chef. The moral of the episode being: if you're gonna eat, keep your mouth shut.
He probably still tossed your meal on the floor before serving it to you....moral of the story is mind your own business and obey the golden rule. If somebody is staring at me, I just say something like "hows it going today" usually the person responds with some small talk. Everything is instantly OK.
