Musings of a Compulsive Thinker

Culinary excellence

A little while ago, I had the opportunity to enjoy dinner at the Flagstaff House Restaurant here in Boulder. I was impressed by many things: the location, the food, the service. This was a dining establishment the likes of which I had never experienced previously, and it may be a long time before I do so again.

The one thing which struck me most, however, was our waiter; he was a perfect gentleman, and unlike any waiter I had ever encountered in real life. Maybe "handler" was a better descriptor for his role. Regardless, what really impressed me was his commentary on every single menu selection we made: "Excellent." I'd say, "I'd like the quail, please," and he'd respond with, "Excellent." My sister would say, "Can I have the rabbit loin?" and he'd reply, "Excellent." Every single time. It seemed so very high-society, and sort of quaint in a very classy way.

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Labels: food, imagine yourself here, ponderings

posted by the alygator @ 12:04 AM