I just had lunch at my favorite Italian place. They make their own spaghetti and pastas and its really, really good. I go on Tuesdays because they are tough days and to sit in a white table cloth restaurant with fantastic food ups my spirits.
I’ve been there quite often and I’m one of very few blonde women so they recognize me. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m recognized at most restaurants I frequent. Today I asked the waiter when they were making gnocchi again because it was so good. He spoke to the chef in Italian and they asked me when I would come back and they will make gnocchi. So I said tomorrow. Homemade gnocchi tomorrow because I asked!
I had to blog about this topic because I actually know several restaurant owners. At the lovely French place upstairs, I was the only person there for dinner so I started talking and the next time I went in with coworkers I was greeted by name. This does not happen to me at Bistro Vendome in Denver where we’ve been eating regularly for 8 years. Its pretty fantastic, especially for a foodie. In an Italian place in Noge, I was going every Saturday night, they asked if I wanted the usual [caprese salad + margarhita pizza + chardonnay] when I walked in. We went to Teds in Aspen Grove every Sunday for months and were barely noticed.
Is it the warmth and friendliness of the Japanese culture? I think so.