Tonight we are going to a huge party in one of the victorian mansions downtown. This morning grandpa took us to a huge, delicious, extravagant buffet for brunch.
The food was fabulous, the building was exquisite and the servers were incredibly friendly.
I visited the 28 table buffet a few times... the first time I walked by the roast beef the server said, "good morning." I politely replied.
The second time I filled my plate the server again greeted me with a smile and a wink, I smiled politely back.
The third time through I approached the roast beef and the server said, "would you like some of my beef?" I replied, "yes I would. Thank you." He then offered some potatos, I said no thank you. He offered some horseradish. I replied, "no thanks, I'm good."
His reply.... "Yes. You. Are."
I looked up and realized he was looking me straight in the eye, slightly leaning in my direction with a huge smile on his face. I politely smiled and went back to my seat.
When I eventually went back for a little dessert he saw me again and said, "Well isnt that delicious." I am not sure if he was talking about my fruit tart or me.
If only he wasnt a 40-yr-old prime rib server in San Francisco......
Either way, I am pretty sure I let my hips swing a little extra as I walked past. :)
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