That Was Smooth, But Let’s Hope The Wine Is

A young couple came in. We are a high-end place, and it was their first visit. They were dressed up really nicely; it was clearly a special night. I do my usual greeting and ask if there’s anything I can get for them. The young lady slides our massive wine-compendium over to him and says:

Lady Diner: “Pick out something nice, baby.”

I swear to you I will never, ever forget how he IMMEDIATELY found our cheapest bottle. Like ‘anomaly’, cheap, because it was only $36, and the next cheapest was $63. And it’s not like it’s featured. It’s BURIED in the Pinot Grigios, and he found it like a movie character opening a phonebook to the right spot in a 90’s movie.

Gentleman Diner: “Oh s***, you got [Wine]?!”

He said this exuberantly, snapped the book shut, and shoved it back in my hand before his date could confirm what had just happened.

Gentleman Diner: “…Hook. Us. UP!”

Respect, my dude. Well done.