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So, in the village where I live (1,500 people) the pub/restaurant reopened a couple of weeks ago, a couple of years since the previous owner retired and nobody took over. The new owner is the son of the couple living upstairs from us, therefore my wife and I know him for having seen him visit his parents pretty much weekly.
So, we are at the pub having an ale on the evening of Christmas Day (it is a Real Ale pub). The place is pretty packed, nothing unmanageable but still busy. Also, the restaurant on Christmas Day (and Boxing Day, and Christmas Eve too) was open only for lunch and closed at 3.30pm. This was written pretty much everywhere.
It is about 7 in the evening, when this couple walks in. She starts talking to the gentleman pouring beers asking if they could order their food. He answers that the restaurant was closed. She insists that not only she KNEW that the restaurant was open (yes, and the signs on the walls are lying in order to provide her the best dining experience possible), but she also had a reservation. She spoke with the owner personally, she knows him. The man at the bar asks her if she knows him personally. She insists that she does and mentions him by first and last name (first and last name that are in the fliers that had been given out in the village when the pub reopened and that were mentioned on the local paper). Impressive, I say. Also because the man at the bar was no one else than the owner himself, who of course had never seen that lady before...
So, we are at the pub having an ale on the evening of Christmas Day (it is a Real Ale pub). The place is pretty packed, nothing unmanageable but still busy. Also, the restaurant on Christmas Day (and Boxing Day, and Christmas Eve too) was open only for lunch and closed at 3.30pm. This was written pretty much everywhere.
It is about 7 in the evening, when this couple walks in. She starts talking to the gentleman pouring beers asking if they could order their food. He answers that the restaurant was closed. She insists that not only she KNEW that the restaurant was open (yes, and the signs on the walls are lying in order to provide her the best dining experience possible), but she also had a reservation. She spoke with the owner personally, she knows him. The man at the bar asks her if she knows him personally. She insists that she does and mentions him by first and last name (first and last name that are in the fliers that had been given out in the village when the pub reopened and that were mentioned on the local paper). Impressive, I say. Also because the man at the bar was no one else than the owner himself, who of course had never seen that lady before...
That was awesome, I wish I could have seen the look on the lady's face.
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