| elephantgiraffe ( @ 2008-05-17 17:51:00 |
it's just one table having brunch
Oh, blogosphere, do I have something for you.
We had some interesting guests in the restaurant during brunch today. Yesterday, we got a reservation for three people at 9:30. The name on the reservation: Michael Bloomberg.
So we set aside the nicest table for the Mayor and it just happened that that table was in the section of the waiter that I wanted to serve him. So anyway, around 8:00, secret service comes in, does a quick sweep of the restaurant. Three agents were hanging around in the restaurant from that point forward. Around 9:30, two big secret service guys (who made my brawny 6'4" waiter look like a skinny white guy) arrived, walked from the door to the table, back out the door to the car and reentered with Hizzoner and his girlfriend. He's shorter than I thought. At that point there were six secret service guys in the restaurant and at least two or three hanging outside. I thought that was a little much.
Then his other guest arrived. It was none other than presumptive republican presidential nominee, Senator John McCain.
What can I say? They had breakfast. They were there for about an hour and Bloomberg tipped 20%. Just after McCain joined them, I was seating a table of five european tourists. They asked who was here that all the security was needed. I told them, the mayor and Senator McCain. 'Oh', one replied, clearly disappointed. 'I thought it was a rock star'.
Obviously I didn't say anything more than 'thank you senator, your honor' as they left. They both smiled and nodded at me. I wanted to say 'I have no intention of voting for you, but I appreciate your coming here.'
And that's pretty much the story there. I was later musing with one of the waiters that Bloomberg has personal holdings worth more than everyone I know put together, but hey, at least he tipped well.
Oh, blogosphere, do I have something for you.
We had some interesting guests in the restaurant during brunch today. Yesterday, we got a reservation for three people at 9:30. The name on the reservation: Michael Bloomberg.
So we set aside the nicest table for the Mayor and it just happened that that table was in the section of the waiter that I wanted to serve him. So anyway, around 8:00, secret service comes in, does a quick sweep of the restaurant. Three agents were hanging around in the restaurant from that point forward. Around 9:30, two big secret service guys (who made my brawny 6'4" waiter look like a skinny white guy) arrived, walked from the door to the table, back out the door to the car and reentered with Hizzoner and his girlfriend. He's shorter than I thought. At that point there were six secret service guys in the restaurant and at least two or three hanging outside. I thought that was a little much.
Then his other guest arrived. It was none other than presumptive republican presidential nominee, Senator John McCain.
What can I say? They had breakfast. They were there for about an hour and Bloomberg tipped 20%. Just after McCain joined them, I was seating a table of five european tourists. They asked who was here that all the security was needed. I told them, the mayor and Senator McCain. 'Oh', one replied, clearly disappointed. 'I thought it was a rock star'.
Obviously I didn't say anything more than 'thank you senator, your honor' as they left. They both smiled and nodded at me. I wanted to say 'I have no intention of voting for you, but I appreciate your coming here.'
And that's pretty much the story there. I was later musing with one of the waiters that Bloomberg has personal holdings worth more than everyone I know put together, but hey, at least he tipped well.