So I just got back from dinner with my oldest, dearest childhood friend. I've known this guy literally longer than I can remember, but we haven't seen each other in-person since before COVID. He's in town for a convention, so I made reservations downtown at a really, REALLY nice restaurant - Michelin star, the whole deal.
We had a blast. Best time I've had in ages - we fell back into that familiar rhythm of friendship like not a day had passed. We talked for hours - the whole thing was like my own personal version of
My Dinner With Andre, if My Dinner With Andre had an extended and deep dialogue on Warhammer (40k and Fantasy, in case you were wondering).
So why am I complaining? Fucking tourists, man.
This is a small, intimate, expensive restaurant. It's well-known for its excellence. So why the shit do you think that you and your huge, sweaty family can wander in and just get a table? When the nice hostess tells you that you need to make a reservation weeks in advance, maybe just leave with quiet dignity? No, no - God forbid! You need to make a scene; make sure that everyone knows that you - the most important people to ever live - are upset that you can't waltz in and get a dozen people seated in the middle of dinner.
And this didn't just happen once! While it's true that my friend and I were there for quite a long time catching up, we saw at least 4 groups of tourists try the same thing. Each one the same: big group, badly dressed, demanding a table without reservations. When they're turned away, they start to make a scene - loudly whining and complaining, children wandering into the dining rooms, parents demanding to see the manager, until at last the staff (who are clearly used to this) firmly escorts them out.
When the fuck did this become the norm?