Grandma Marilyn and Grandpa John are visiting from Chicago! It’s going to be a lovely weekend–library story hour, a carnival at the high school, a trip to the circus, swimming in the motel pool. We intended to kick off the visit with a meal at Sonora’s, the Very Exciting and Pretty Tasty New Mexican Restaurant in Litchfield.
Unfortunately, many other people also had this idea last night, so we moved our party next door to Jimmy’s Pizza.
And guess what? It was Pretty Tasty over there, too! Zoe happily snuggled with Grandma and Grandpa in a big booth while we waited for our pizza and calzones and ribs and hot wings to arrive. Everyone liked their food, no one spilled their drinks or slid out of their booster seats or had a tantrum or anything. It was lovely all around.
But my favorite part of the meal, besides the simple fact of sharing it with four of my very favorite people in the world, was when my dad ordered the rib tips.
The waitress cast a furtive glance around the room. Then she leaned in a little and said, “I’ll be honest with you. No one likes the rib tips. The ribs are good, but everyone complains about the tips.”
The price was the same, so she was not just slyly upselling my dad. She was giving him an honest piece of advice.
So, if you eat at Jimmy’s Pizza, listen to the waitress. Go for the ribs.
What good tips (or bad tips) have you gotten from waiters / waitresses / servers?