Family of seven is sat at a round table. There is a mother, a father, two older sons, a toddler, grandmother, and grandfather. they spread around the table to look for a comfortable seat. The father takes off his coat and lightly places it around his chair. As I approach to the table, the father pulls out a rewards card that collects points every time they dine in a Landry's restaurant, which includes Saltgrass Steakhouse.
The table orders on appetizer: lemon pepper zucchini. After the appetizer is placed in the middle of the table, I begin to circle the table taking everyone's order.
Two steak and shrimps, 8 ounce both cooked medium (hot-pink centered), 9 ounce filet cocked medium rare (war- red center) with bleu cheese butter melted on top, 16 ounce Pat's ribeye prepared medium, and two 22 ounce Silver-star porterhouse, prepared medium-well (thin line of pink).
Included with their meals was a soup or salad.
After they finished their entire meal, they slowly reclined in their table, as though the food coma has won. They discussed politics, the next family vacation, Thanksgiving plans, and what they wanted for Christmas.
20 minutes later, the father asked for the check. After I cash them out, they all express their gratitude for the service they received. As they all got up and put on their coats, the father called me to the table and handed me money in my hands. Out of respect I say thank you and put it away, not opening it in front of them. I quickly walk to the main entrance and hold the door open for them. As I walk to the kitchen, I take the money from my apron. It was a very generous tip. But it wasn't the tip that made me happy, it was the way they talked to me and humble they were. It was a good day.
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