Being a regular

I have always wanted to be a regular at a restaurant or coffee shop.  You know, sort of like on Friends, where you walk in and the waitress already knows your name and what you’re going to order.  My friends and I tried this in high school – crashing at our local diner as often as possible (this happened because it was both open 24 hours and the only place to go in our town.)  Alas, with too many options on the menu and a sporadic visiting schedule, this dream never really panned out.

And yet now I have accomplished my meager goal!  After months of hard work and eating, Ian and I have been recognized as regulars out our favorite Chinese restaurant.  The restaurant itself is good, but its quality is far enhanced by its prime location: the back window and parking lot overlook the local wetlands.  Gor-geous.  So while Ian and I enjoy our five dollar lunch special, we get to take in the view.  Even better, Ian doesn’t even need to order.

Our waitress comes in to us, already carrying our wonton soups and salads and then asks me what I want.  I decide between three things.  She then turns to Ian.  “The regular?” she asks.

“Yup,” Ian says.

And ten minutes later Ian gets chicken with hot garlic sauce (but no vegetable garnish) delivered.  Yes, that’s right.  The waitress has even learned to cater to Ian’s vegetable aversion.  Last week we took my parents to the restaurant for lunch and even they were impressed with this development.   Mission accomplished.

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