tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668337810746103818.post5188320978303442906..comments2023-07-26T04:49:03.416-04:00Comments on A More Gentlemanlike Manner: New York - Gastronomical Happiness RealizedJJDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11153414049426124483noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668337810746103818.post-87745862603725405152012-04-04T13:48:20.793-04:002012-04-04T13:48:20.793-04:00A thought on being called by name in a restaurant,...A thought on being called by name in a restaurant, my husband and I went to a restaurant in Las Vegas, nothing fancy, really just a place that was conveniently located when we were starving, and the staff did call him Mr. Walker. Despite the wedding rings, holding hands and the huge pregnant belly (and yes, it's unmistakably a pregnant belly) they did not know what to call me. Madame would have been fabulous but instead it was basically left in the air, "Welcome Mr. Walker and . . ." Is it only in Vegas where they wouldn't dare call me Mrs. Walker? While I was impressed they remembered my husband's name, I was equally unimpressed that they couldn't figure out how to acknowledge me.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01395964348284894463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668337810746103818.post-33394049719931015712012-04-02T11:40:23.383-04:002012-04-02T11:40:23.383-04:00Looks like art... LadyLooks like art... LadyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com