What happened now? Salvatore's Cafe was conveniently located within our own hotel, which furnished us with a coupon to pique our curiosity. We scanned the menu from our room and decided to give the place a try. We were greeted upon entry by a friendly young man who seemed at first to have a slight Italian accent. He seated us, took our orders, and served our food. All the while, I thought something strange was going on. What really sent me spinning was when our server (Carlos) said Vodka-Tonic like he learned to say it from Spanish-speaking folk. While we were eating our food (which was quite good, by the way) we overheard a loud latin-based conversation coming from the bar. I asked Allison if she thought it sounded more like Spanish or Italian. She had taken some Spanish in college not too long ago, so I'm happy to trust her judgment. She laughed after giving a listen, and admitted that it was indeed Spanish.
This changed the course of the entire meal. Every word mentioned by the staff brought a secret smirk to my face. The best part about this was that every time we contemplated where we might eat our next meal, I had to try not to dwell upon the next contestant in everyone's favorite food gameshow: Who's Food Is It, Anyway? Afterward I remembered an old idea I had for my brother to start a food review site consisting only of Bacon Cheeseburgers. A possible companion restaurant expose could involve judging authentic staff accents.
A Good Memorial Day to you and yours!!
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Can I be a contestant? That would be awesome. One of my favorite food service blunders is the Japanese(?) and Mexican food places right next to each other in the food court at Lloyd Center run by the same company and sometimes staffed by the same people.
ReplyDeleteSince you asked, you'll be the first of course. :^)
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