listening to the specials

whenever i go to the kind of restaurant where the server wants to tell me about the specials, i have the teeniest urge to stop him/her. i know they won’t be vegan, i know i’m not going to order any of them, and it seems like a waste to go through the motions when i’m just going to smile wanly and try not to flinch if (god forbid) the specials include descriptions of things that really gross me out.

this urge to stop the server mid-spiel is often tempered by my desire to be polite, and so i sit and listen. in truth, i am also hesistant to stop them because i’m usually eating with someone else–typically my husband. he’s not veg*n (and neither are most of my other dining companions) so it’s possible he might want one of the specials anyway. we’re not really an "order the special" kind of couple, but on rare occasions he has done so, and that’s at the back of my mind.

there is really no point to my story and there’s no easy solution… i guess all i’m saying is that it would be fun if i could just put a little sign above my head that said "vegan. probably doesn’t want to hear about the veal."

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8 comments

  1. Yeah, I like it when they ask you first, “Would you like to hear about tonight’s specials?” Saves everybody time.

  2. Yeah, I like it when they ask you first, “Would you like to hear about tonight’s specials?” Saves everybody time.

  3. I always interrupt and ask if any are vegetarian (and can be made vegan). It lets them know right away what I’m there for, and maybe raise awareness that there are vegetarians in their restaurant.

  4. I try to interrupt early and nicely.
    W: Tonight’s specials?
    Eric: Oh, you have specials? Are any of them vegan?
    W: Uh, I don’t think so…
    Eric: Oh, well never mind the specials then. We’ll just start off with (blah, blah, blah)

  5. I try to interrupt early and nicely.
    W: Tonight’s specials?
    Eric: Oh, you have specials? Are any of them vegan?
    W: Uh, I don’t think so…
    Eric: Oh, well never mind the specials then. We’ll just start off with (blah, blah, blah)

  6. this happened to me at a steakhouse yesterday. on one hand, i listen to be polite, but on the other hand, i would love for them to save their breath and me my appetite. (hard to be hungry when someone is describing “extra-rare” prime rib.)

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