Eddie’s food annoyances: when the staff takes away your last bites or leftover wine
Adeline (nickname: Eddie) loves food—lots of it, and often, both at home and out. Usually, that goes well, but sometimes it doesn’t. In the series Eddie’s food annoyances , you’ll read about the latter. This week, someone made off with her last bite.
This week, I went out for dinner. I love dining out, and I’m pretty good at it too, if I do say so myself. I was at a restaurant in Amsterdam-Zuid with a rather high level of pretentiousness. People familiar with this area know that by this I mean those enormously inflated egos. But I was sitting in the sun, what was in my glass tasted excellent, so who could bother me? Well, the waitress could.
Fussing over sharing
You probably know the concept of shared dining. I absolutely love it. Everyone eats one tiny little bite, the person with the most nerve grabs one extra, and when it comes to the last piece, the fussing over sharing begins. The same happened at my table. The place had good bread, it has to be said. As a result, at the end there was only a very small tuft of bread left.
Because I’m not as stingy as I look, I cut that piece in half too. Sharing is still caring, after all. But suddenly, the waitress appeared beside the table. I thought she wanted to ask something, until she suddenly grabbed the breadboard and disappeared between the tables. What????
Without a second thought
Look, I can barely tolerate someone I love making off with my last tasty morsel. But then I’m still a petit peu forgiving, because I know it will end up in a good place. A.k.a. in their stomach. This woman, however, took the last bite of delicious bread and simply tossed it onto the big pile afterwards.
I would find it truly disgusting if she had taken it away to eat my torn-off piece herself. So there went my divine grain, off towards the kitchen. Where it was scraped off the board without a second thought and ended up in one of those big blue bags. I almost pouted.
Tiny little tuft
But what do you do? Do you throw yourself at the waitress like some kind of glutton, just to eat that one remaining half-slice too? Or do you call out, like some old angler with your arm raised towards the board: whoa, whoa, whoaaa. Only to pull that pathetic, nibbled slice from her hands? No, I don’t dare do that.
The result was that for the rest of the evening, we hovered like hawks over the bowls of dumplings, sweet potato fries and the last slice of pizza. Because imagine if those suddenly disappeared between the tables too. Moral of the story: even if there’s only a sad, tiny little (divine!) piece of bread left on the board… Hands off!
Read also:
- Eddie’s food annoyances: restaurant turn-offs (that I’m almost starting to crave now)
- Eddie’s food annoyances: the supermarket sample
- These are the 7 disgusting sins that a great many people are guilty of
