Your drink is dry,
The plates are gone,
You haven’t seen a waiter
In oh so very long.
The lights start flashing,
There’s nobody else around.
The waitress has her shirt untucked,
You can’t hear another sound.
Maybe you should check your watch.
Time passes in a wink.
If all the staff looks annoyed,
It’s later than you think.
We ate dinner at a “family style” restaurant.
This is an interesting concept.
I’m not sure who invented it.
To their marketing team, it means
You have platters of food and you serve yourself.
To someone who married an Italian, it means
You have a loud discussion between courses,
And a fight over dessert.
Oops.
We’ve been asked to find another restaurant.
I guess I shouldn’t have told the waitress
She was dressed like a slut.