Finally a two-top gets sat in my section after I had been waiting two hours for a table. It was a young, white couple in their early twenties. They were an attractive couple who looked great together, and both smiled at me as I greeted them.
Immediately, the guy politely asks about the specials.
“Well, we have two entrée specials tonight. The first is going to be a snow grouper with a coriander rice, braised October beans, and patty-pan squash. It will be $30.”
He interrupts curiously, “What are October beans?”
“They are just white beans.”
“What is patty pan squash?”
“They are just little miniature yellow squash,” I answered.
The couple nodded as if they understood and was ready to move on.
“The next special is going to be a pan-seared duck breast with a cayenne sweet potato risotto, caramelized kale and a maple balsamic gastrique. It is $32. Do you guys have any questions?”
The guy excitedly asks, “I’ve never had duck before, what’s it like? Is it like chicken?”
“No I wouldn’t compare it to…”
“He interrupts, “Pheasant? Quail?”
As he looks back up at me for answers I give him a stern look to be quiet and let me finish explaining.
“No duck has its own distinct flavor. If you have never had it, I definitely suggest it. It is my favorite. It’s a lighter meat, succulent and not fatty at all. A lot of people expect it to be gamey, but when it is cooked right it’s not. Ours here is absolutely delicious.”
He pauses for a moment, while the girl orders the Filet cooked medium.
“Between the bouillabaisse, salmon, or duck what would you eat.?”
“Me personally I would order the duck hands down.”
I don’t lie at tables. I don’t eat fish and I also wanted to sell the special so Chef F wouldn’t get on my ass.
“Okay, I trust you. I’ll have the Duck.”
“Good choice. Is Medium Okay.”
“Whatever you suggest.”
The dinner rush had finally started and I was sat with another four tables before I had the time to make it back to the young couple. All of his duck was gone by the time I arrived. Most of the kale and risotto was gone as well, but for the most part he had eaten his entire dish.
He leans back in his chair patting his stomach and says to me, “Can I be honest
He said “The risotto was amazing, absolutely perfect, the kale… Well the kale is probably the best kale I have ever had in my entire life.”
I said, “Wow, that’s a very high review. It really doesn’t matter what you say about the duck now.”
We all laughed, but then he went on to add, “The duck,” he hesitated, “Well the duck smelled exactly like my dog… I mean exactly like him. I had to eat the duck real fast, because I couldn’t get past the smell.”
I laughed, “Well that might be the most honest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I left the table and went to grab their tab and check on the other tables I had, when I returned to them, the young guy said, “Nikki, I’m Michael. I will definitely come back but I will never eat duck again in my life.”
Again we all laughed and I said, “I bought your dessert. It will be out in just a minute because it must’ve been very dramatic for you to eat your dog tonight.”
They left me $50 on $100.