I always feel like I am the only one that complains about things. When there was no Internet in my New York coop, I was the only one who complained to the doorman. When we had no hot water, I was the only to call the super. When there was no heat, I was the only to call the handyman. I often wondered if the people in my building took showers, used computers, and wore their winter coats inside.
Why was I the only one complaining? After 40 years, I never got the answer.
The same thing is happening to me in the world of restaurants. Why am I the only one complaining about busboy service? I wrote about this a year ago, and here I go again.
Every time we go out to eat, the bus boys are removing plates from our table before we finish eating. They pop out of nowhere. If you are three quarters of the way through your meal, you’d better stay alert. The minute the busboys appear, put up your hand and say “no.” If you don’t, they will clear the table before you get a chance to finish.
This has happened to us in every restaurant, and in every city. This is not an isolated situation. It’s as if there was a nationwide edict that said, “Grab those dishes as fast as possible because we are running short in the kitchen.”
This is not my imagination. I have literally seen wait staff prematurely take plates, glasses and silverware from other patrons as well. They scream “stop,” and it ends there. No one seems to be taking this situation up with higher authorities, like restaurant owners or associations.
This week we went to Prime Fish and Smith and Wollensky on Miami Beach. It happened at these establishments as well. Last night the bread was removed before the dinner was over, and tonight they wanted to take away the side dishes before we completed our meal.
I am not sure what is going on, but I would like some answers. Does anyone have a clue?