I Want to Go to a Restaurant
26th April 2020
I want to go to a restaurant.
I want to wait to be seated.
I want the hostess to ask me if this table is alright.
I want to take a long, deep sip from the water glass, a water glass that is full of ice and has droplets of water running down the side like glacial meltwater.
I want to examine the appetizer list like I’m choosing a college major.
I want to know what the soup of the day is.
I want the server to tell me about the specials. I want them to ask me what sides I want with my meal.
I want to hear the muted clang of the silverware as it rolls out of the napkin, then revel in anticipation as I tuck the napkin into my lap.
I want to savor each bite of my food, knowing that someone was paid good money to make it come out just right.
I want the server to offer me dessert. I want to decline their offer because I am just too full.
I want to sip a cup of coffee as the taste of the meal I just ate lingers in my mouth.
I want to tip my server for providing me this wonderful experience.
I want to smile politely to the hostess as I leave and thank them for an excellent meal.
I want to go back to a restaurant, and I want to go back soon.