I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but this spring has been a prodigious one as far as pregnancies go around here. You can’t swing a cat in this neighborhood without hitting a pregnant lady. Knowing what was going on, I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that the (now-literally) mom and pop palačinkárna I frequent has taken on new help.
It took me a few minutes to figure out what it was about the new guy that appealed to me so much. He’s a big guy, with a friendly, easy-going way. Then it hit me — except that he speaks no English whatsoever, this guy is about the most American of waiters I’ve ever seen in this country. Friendly, courteous, and even (dare I hope?) efficient.
He even… joked. Usually it takes me months to get a waiter to that level. (Except at Little Café Near Home, where I expect new bartenders are briefed long before we meet.)
Consider pictures. I would like to see these foreign café’s or yours.
Carp, carp, carp
/eh crap