Today we were in a Chili’s resturant out on 46 seated in the back out by the kitchen. The kitchen is open to the resturant and because we couldn’t see the football game on the TV we were all enjoying conversations about the wait-staff instead. As we’re watching the activity we spot one of the waitresses take a tortilla chip, dip it in a little bowl of sour cream and then proceed to eat it before taking the whole ensemble to a table to serve it.

As you can imagine, there were then a string of comments from us, including such interesting thoughs as: (waitress) “this dish comes with the extra flavor of my saliva for your satisifaction;” (customer) “don’t worry, I deducted 15c from the bill to cover your taste test;” (waitress) “trust me, this dish is tantelizing, I already made sure there wasn’t any arsnic too!” (us to customer) “by the way, that wasn’t a fly that landed in your food, it was the waitress’ finger;” and so on… (happy eatings, love, the doormouse)