Autumn is the time when first dates move inside, and perhaps more importantly, into restaurants. Being a fine-dining restaurant, Friday night's staple of romantic couples dinner are being pushed to the side by blind dates, first dates and other dates (friend-dates and work-dates). As a waiter you hear everything but remember none (akin to a priest's vow of silence), and I think we've seen it all. We love it when things pan out well, and following love from a table-side view is one of the perks rarely afforded any other profession.
However, we do get alarm bells ringing sometimes, and they go off mainly because of the type of person that Andy Borowitz describes in this week's New Yorker. Fancy an alarming first date, anyone?
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