Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

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  1. >> Have you ever patronize a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?
    Does a convenience store count? I used to buy my cigarettes (when I smoked many moons ago) from this gas station/convenience store at the end of the street I lived on. Every day I would walk there and get a pack of Camel Lights and a Mountain Dew.
    They were Middle Eastern people that ran it and I’m not sure if it was just a culteral thing or what but they always seemed cold, aloof and emotionless to me in spite of my normal friendly personality.
    I finally decided I was going to up my game and was determined to break them and at least get them to smile. It literally took months of me being friendly, smiling, making small talk at times and I always told them to have a great day and I’d see them tomorrow.
    Finally it happened. They started warming up to me, being friendly and happy to see me. And finally it got to the point when they saw me walking up and they would go to the cooler, get a Mountain Dew and take down a pack of Camel lights and have it sitting on the counter by the time I walked in so all I had to do was go straight the register and hand them $4.00 It was actually something like $4.16 for the drink and smokes but to make it easy they made it $4.00 even. And even when cigarette prices went up by like $.30 a pack, they always charged me only $4.00
    Aside from it being the right and kind thing to do, it can pay to be friendly. We kept this up for about a year and a half until I moved and didn’t frequent there anymore. But I made a few friends that I really had to work for it. But it was definitely worth the effort.

  2. Yes. 2 blocks from my old office was Sandwich Shop 2, a little hole in the wall lunch shop on the side of an office building.
    Every Monday, they made an incredible homemade lasagna. And every Monday, I would walk down as soon as my 11:00 meeting ended. And every Monday, there would be a lasagna waiting in a to go box, with extra garlic bread. And every Monday, I had a happy belly.
    I left that job a few years ago, and I happened to be in the area a couple of weeks ago. They still remembered me, and my order, and we had a nice time catching up while I ate my lasagna.

  3. When I was a middle school teacher, my school was a couple blocks from a Chick-Fil-A. The long and short of it is I became such a regular patron that all of the employees knew me by name. But there is more to the story.
    If you have never had the immense pleasure of visiting a Chick-Fil-A, let me describe what it’s like.
    First, you notice how clean everything is. It’s a fast food joint, and yet the floor looks as though you could eat off it. The tables are shiny enough to see your face in, cleaned the very second the previous restaurant-goers got up to leave. There is usually a kindly elderly man or woman whose sole job is to check on you, which makes this chicken place feel like your grandma’s house.
    Next, you order your food, and witness the miracle of miracles. The staff are NICE to you! Taking your order with a smile, the cashier will make things easy for first-timers and greet regulars like old friends. Every earnest thank-you uttered because you simply can’t believe how well you’re being treated is met with a sincere “my pleasure.” It’s a wonder to behold.
    Then there’s the food.
    I still remember taking my first bite of a chicken sandwich from Chick-Fil-A. It sticks out in my memory like the first time I rode a bike or Christmas mornings of my childhood. It was, at that time, the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. The heavens opened, a light shone from the sky, and the angels sang the hallelujah chorus as I savored what would become a weekly (sometimes daily) meal for the next few years. The bun was toasted with love. The chicken – cooked and seasoned to perfection. It was like no other fast food I’d ever encountered, and I knew my life would be different after that moment.
    Needless to say, I ate quite a few meals at Chick-Fil-A after that.
    At the particular restaurant two blocks from where I taught, I would go just about every day (I was single at the time, so I could afford it). One day I noticed as I walked in that the manager was holding a bag. That bag contained my order, exactly as I always order it: 2 chicken sandwiches with a large fries, a large sweet tea, Polynesian and buffalo sauce, and two napkins. The next month, the employees started greeting me by name. By the end of that school year, even some of the other regular patrons knew me.
    I don’t eat there so often anymore, but for a short while that restaurant felt like another home to me.
    As S. Truett Cathy would say, “Food is essential to life. Therefore, make it good.”
    I wholeheartedly agree.

  4. In college I was poor. Like, dirt poor. I worked two jobs to pay tuition and rent and bicycled between classes and work. My schedule back then:
    7:50am–11:50am Class
    12pm-3:30pm Job #1 (Making Sandwiches)
    4pm-10pm Job #2 (Selling Cell Phones at the mall)
    Anyway… You had to work 4 hours or more to get a free sandwich from the sandwich place so… poops.
    Now on to the mall. I like to think I’m a fairly attractive guy, so every day I’d walk the line of the food court and sweet talk all the pretty girls at the counter to give me free food. I had my favorite girls picked out, knew the right times to go, what to say, where to stand, flutter my eyes a little, notice a new haircut/jewelry and *BOOM!* free bourbon chicken/cheese-steak/chicken wrap..etc.
    One day I walked the line and none of my usual girls were there, they happened to all be off that day.
    My stomach growled as I tried to non-nonchalantly check what employees were working at each booth.
    Then, a man with salt/pepper hair walked out from the kitchen and handed me a cheese-steak.
    “Umm.. I can’t pay for this man.”
    “I know Dave, but you make all my register girls really happy every time you come around and it raises the morale of the entire store. Enjoy that!”
    Dude’s name was Brian, ended up getting some beers and stuff at one point, really cool guy. Good boss too.

  5. I am a coffee addict, and I absolutely love Biggby Coffee.
    There are two that I frequent enough that I am recognized. The first I stop in to once a week, and about half of their staff knows my order.
    The other is here in the town in which I teach, and most of the baristas are former students. I also stop in at least three times a week. By this point, as soon as they see me pull up in front, or definitely by the time I come through the door, they start pulling shots to make my usual: super hot skim latte with an extra shot and two truvia.

  6. There was a pizza place nearby me that I frequented so often, not only did they know what I wanted, I had a line of credit there.
    I don’t know how many locations it still has; it may be defunct. But in Southern California from the late 1980s to early 2000s, there was a chain of pizza restaurants called You-Be’s You-Bake. They also had a semi-affiliate called Mom’s Pizza. They were the forerunners of Papa Murphy’s in that you could order a pizza, pick it up, and they’d give it to you uncooked and ready to pop in your own oven, along with cooking instructions.
    At the time I was crazy for anything spicy (still am, actually) and had just discovered the joy of garlic, so I would almost always order a small or medium pepperoni pizza with onions, jalapeños, and garlic powder. It was always delicious and I became quite talented at knowing just when to pull it out of the oven, while it was crisp and hot but not at all singed anywhere.
    On top of that… I didn’t have much success with keeping jobs at the time, for various personal and other reasons. One time I went in for a pizza, but when I pulled out my wallet, I had no cash and my ATM card was declined. So the owner of this location (who was also the sister of entire chain’s founder) asked me when I thought I could pay, I told her and we worked things out.
    Within a few years, I had an effective line of credit up to about $100 worth of pizzas, before getting cut off. Thankfully, I was always able to pay my balance off before hitting that limit.
    And in case anyone is wondering… yes, I put on way too many pounds enjoying all that pizza. At the time I would over-the-top gorge on things I loved, and it wasn’t unusual for me to have this pizza two, three, even four nights in a row. I’m still working off a lot of those pounds.
    It’s been over a decade since the store closed… and I still miss that location, the great owner, and those delicious pizzas.

  7. Often. I tend to be set in my ways.
    I think the best was my local pub years ago. When I walked through the door my usual pint of Guinness was always sat on the bar in the same place waiting for me. Just had to remember to tell them if I was going away.

  8. OH yeah. During my 5 years working at a movie theater I would go to the Starbucks on the next block at least once a day, usually more than once.
    I worked the 5-close shift five days a week as a manager, which meant we were literally the last people to leave the building since we had to lock the exits and make sure nobody decided to sleep in the theaters.
    Since we would sometimes be there very late (Damn you LOTR midnight shows) we all needed caffeine and I would do the coffee run each shift.
    The Starbucks workers started making my venti 10-pump iced white mocha the moment I walked in the door. It was ready before I even got to the counter to pay.
    It was beautiful.

  9. I love soft sticky rice.
    I hate non-soft non-sticky rice. It makes my stomach scream.
    My company diner serves lunch for thousands employees. They cook rice with a huge steamer which contains several layers of steaming boxes. They put rice and water in the boxes and stuff it into the steamer. Some boxes are not very smooth but lumpy. Water gets stuck in one place which leaves some rice soft, and some hard.
    Some of my coworkers love soft rice like I do. Some love hard rice because, ‘Soft rice can’t really fill my stomach.’ Or, ‘Rice is rice. Congee is congee. I hate the mix.’ Some just don’t care. So it’s impossible to make a decision to cook softer or harder rice of the diner. So eaters have to try their luck.
    After several weeks of bad luck, eating hard to semi-raw rice, I decided to change my fate.
    Politely and carefully I asked the diner staff:
    ‘Would you please dig some softer rice for me? My stomach is not well.’
    He dug it! He found some super soft rice at the bottom of the steaming box!
    In the following days, I continued asking for well-done rice.
    Eventually all of the dining staff automatically started to dig as soon as they saw my face. And I got a new nickname, ‘chi ruanfan de’ ( soft rice eater ).
    Actually ‘soft rice eater’ is a well-known phrase in Chinese which means ‘a man who lives off women’, or in a sense, a ‘gigolo’.
    I don’t mind to be a woman gigolo as long as I have soft rice to eat.

  10. I am a person who despises change. There are two occasions where this still happens frequently!
    School – The Western Stall
    There is a stall that sells pasta, garlic bread and soup among other Western dishes. Every time I go there, I’d order, “baked salmon pasta with the tea please!” The salmon is normally tender, the pasta, cooked to perfection, and the sauce is savoury, which is why I absolutely love it.
    Whenever the vendor sees me, she’ll giggle and say, “Baked salmon pasta with the tea, right?” and I’ll nod and pay up. She’s really sweet too, like the tea.
    Tuition – The dumpling stall
    When I finish my tuition, I’d take it upon myself to trot over to the nearby hawker center. The moment the lady behind the counter sees me, she’ll start preparing the dumpling noodle dish that she knows I love. Since last year, every week (normally Thursdays) when I had gone there, the only dish I have ever ordered was “Dumpling noodles”.
    It’s flippin’ good. Come to Singapore and try it. Just dunk them dumplings into vinegar. You will be crawling on your hands and knees and begging for more.

  11. Pretty much every restaurant where I eat on a frequent basis knows me and where I like to sit, what beverage I like to drink and what I like to eat.
    Many of the restaurants allow me just to walk in and sit where I like. I rarely use a menu after the first few times.
    When I first moved to Dallas in 1984 I took a course with 20 other people that was titled Insiders Guide To Dallas, Texas. It was some of the best money I ever spent on a tour.
    The course lasted for 2 days over a weekend and involved all of us class members meeting at a central location and then getting on a little bus to tour Dallas.
    Our teacher told us that even if we wanted to eat at the most expensive and popular restaurant in Dallas it was definitely possible.
    How To Become A VIP At Your Dream Restaurant
    She told us to go to the restaurant we dreamed of visiting and go to the bar. The teacher advised us to have one drink and order a little bar food.
    While hanging out at the bar the teacher told us to pay close attention to who the good servers were and get their names. If we couldn’t easily figure it out she said to ask the bartenders who they recommended as very best servers.
    The purpose of the visiting the bar was to do a research on the establishment to figure out who had the keys to the castle such as the name of the managers, the top servers and the names of the bartenders.
    After getting the appropriate names, we were told to wait a week or so, then go back to the same restaurant.
    Instead of just taking the luck of the draw she told us to call and make specific reservations asking for a server we saw or liked by name. She promised that would brand us instantly as regulars.
    Spectacular Results
    I immediately tried the suggestions of the teacher with spectacular results.
    Not only did I start getting the very best tables and servers at restaurants I liked, eventually I got to know most of the players in a restaurant from the manager and chef or cook to the servers and even the valets.
    Good tipping helps a lot, but being kind, thoughtful, polite and an all around great customer also goes a long way.
    Many years ago my late husband I were invited to a private Christmas Party at one of the restaurant captain’s homes.
    The restaurant was The Mansion on Turtle Creek which used to be the very top dining establishment in Dallas.
    My late husband and I had started with a bar visit. While we were there the first time, we got to the know the bartender. Then we went to brunch at the restaurant, which was much more reasonably priced than dinner.
    We soon figured out the name of the very best captain and his waiters.
    After that first brunch we started asking for that particular captain and his team.every time we went back.
    In short order they knew where we loved to sit, what we loved to eat and they would even offer samples of new entrees or desserts.
    Entry Into An Insiders Christmas Party
    The results of becoming a regular call party for our captain and his team were astounding.
    Especially with regard to our visits to The Mansion.
    My late husband and I often found ourselves seated amongst the rich and famous of Dallas in the highly desirable main dinning room where the head chef would come to greet us.
    The reason? Our requested Captain was the most popular one and was assigned all the very best customers. We just happened to be one of his call parties so we got swept up along for the ride.
    We didn’t go that frequently because the restaurant was a long drive from our home in North Dallas, but we did go for all special life events such as wedding anniversaries, birthdays and when friends were in town.
    Of course our loyalty also got us an invitation to our captain’s private Christmas party at his home.
    We were shocked to see all of the other captains, their wait teams and the chefs at the private party.
    Additionally, we were also amazed to discover we were the only restaurant guests who were invited.
    That party was one for the record books.
    Moving On To New Restaurants
    Since my husband passed away in 2005 I have only been back to The Mansion twice. It’s just too painful for me to frequent anymore because of all the memories.
    The last time I visited was 5 years after his death. Even after all that time, many of the staff remembered me and I received very special service.
    Now I rarely go anywhere formal to eat. I do a lot of home cooking. When I do eat out, I mostly eat at local breakfast and lunch places near my home office.
    However, I still get to know everyone at the restaurants I like and I receive the same results. One restaurant around the corner from my office serves a fabulous Texas breakfast.
    I know all of the servers, but have a top favorite with two back up favorites. The people at the door know who my top choices will tell me who has what station when I walk in so I can go sit in their stations.
    Dina’s Call Party
    They refer to me as Dina’s Karen.
    Once I sit down it only takes a short time before the server is there with my coffee having already put my order into the kitchen.
    No matter where I go to eat or what I’m doing, I always pay attention to who the key players are at that establishment. If I think I’m going to go back, I enter their names in my phone to keep track.
    In the grand scheme of things it’s not a big deal, but it just adds another sprinkling of joy to an everyday life.

    Eight O’Clock

  12. Two places. And it was drink orders both times
    I am not the kind of person to order the same food day after day.
    When i was in seattle, i workes and the Pink elephant car wash there. I worked the downtown wash thurday through sunday and the other one monday through wednesday. Sometimes id split thursday between the two.
    Anyway, theres a denny’s right across the street from one of them so i used to go there every day for lunch.
    It got so they’d see me leaving the wash to cross the street and pour my lemonade before i even stepped in the door.
    Even had the manager tell the new employee to “bring her a lemonade” while i was being seated.
    Second place was a karaoke bar in Fargo, ND. My friends and i would go there every thursday, most tuesdays, and some wednesdays and mondays. I disliked friday and saturday because they would get so busy you couldnt sing more than once.
    They had this delicious non-alcoholic fruit drink they called “the Bob”
    It became my regular order. So much so that the bartender would come to my table and ask if i wanted ice or not. As in he would come up and say “ice?” without even asking what i wanted. Because i always ordered the.same thing, with ice being the only variation.
    It was so much so that when i’d win a karaoke competition round(by singing the funniest rendition of whatever category they chose)
    They would either give me a free shot of Bob. Or give my free shot of alcohol to my best gal friend, depending on whether they had drawn the shot before or after i sang.
    I miss that place.

  13. My dad and his parents used to go to this Mexican restaurant all the time as he grew up. So much so that they were allowed to enter through the back because it was more convenient and they could say hello to everyone. Now, years and years later, when my dad calls to make an order, the veteran employees know his voice and the newbies know his order.

  14. Our favorite restaurant is our very good local Mexican hangout. The waitstaff ranges from very good to out-of-this-world wonderful.
    When we walk in, all but the newest staff know what our drink order will be. They ask “the usual?”. We do vary what we order to eat, but they also know we want their homemade corn tortillas, not those gringo flour things.


  15. Yeah, I have a bubble tea addiction.
    Well, it’s actually a fruit tea from a bubble tea place I always get, so sometimes the person taking my order will just ask if that’s what I want (even remembering sugar and ice levels). I rarely get anything else.

  16. I’m not addicted to Tim Hortons iced cappuccinos. I can quit any time I feel like it. I just don’t feel like it.
    My health regimen includes a constitutional (= daily walk) of at least an hour. Since I abhor exercise for the sake of exercise, I include Tim Hortons in it, to give my walking a purpose. Indeed, I walk or bicycle everywhere I go in my town, which is about an hour’s walk from end to end, so the constitutional is completely functional, except that I follow roundabout routes to make up the necessary time. Consequently, the servers at the local Tim Hortons know me very well.
    As a volunteer driver, I often have long waits while clients go through medical procedures, so I do my constitutionals then, thus becoming acquainted with distant areas. However, I also can’t drive without an iced cappuccino in the cup holder, so the local Tim Hortons people also see me in the drive-through at the start of each gig. One way or the other, they see me every day.

  17. Yup and I am sitting at the bar of one of the two of them right now. Mezcalina is my favorite Mexican place in Chicago. They have an eclectic menu which includes Oaxacan recipes, and they have fantastic murals, great music and attentive staff from all over Latin America… They know me and my kids by name, and they know what I want for weekend brunch, and what I want for dinner. It’s almost my home away from home.

  18. Yes. Quite a few. I typically stick to few eateries when I have to stay in a place for a while. And I prefer quiet small shops, so I guess it’s easy to remember me.
    An example that comes to mind immediately is a small bar in Antwerp. Quite close to the old town center.
    After a few visits, I’d sit and just quietly get served a Palm. As soon as I finished that, the bartender would serve another one. I always took my time there reading after finishing the second bottle but he knew I’d never need a third bottle.
    When I was done, I put enough money and knocked the coins on the table. He’d notice the sound and looked my way. We both smiled, and I left.
    No words needed.

  19. Yes, when I was in college I used to make a stop at a café on the Place d’armes in Poitiers (France) and found my coffee (“serré” = ristretto), croissant and glass of water awaiting me on “my” table.
    Of course, 30 years later I doubt they still wait for me (anyway when I left Poitiers for good I told the waiter)…

  20. Absolutely.
    I was a regular at a TGI Friday’s and every bartender knew my and my boyfriend-at-the-time’s drink orders and would have them sitting at two empty stools by the time we could make it through the crowd at the door.
    And we knew when the one bartender went to hike the Appalachian Trail (as he did yearly) but had to come back early when he broke his ankle.
    We knew when another bartender, who was a Jeep head, was about to graduate college and was likely to leave us to pursue her career.
    We knew and were able to joke with yet another bartender about the trouble with tribbles and even bought him one that made tribble cooing noises.
    We knew the employees as people. Not just our servers. And they knew us as well (which is how I got my own version of the Pangalactic Gargle Blaster written down and made for me regularly).

    Victor Allen’s

  21. When I was in college back in India, my friends and I would frequent this really shitty bar that is an institution now. We would skip so many classes, go there and drink Old Monk and Coca Cola, and eat Chakli and schezwan sauce.
    After a few months, the owner of the place would come and talk with us. A few months after that, they all knew us, and we would get free drinks every now and then.
    Good times.

  22. Back in the days we were both university students, I had a class which ended at 5:30 and my wife had a part time job at a library which started at 6:00. Because we both had long days, we began to meet at a small restaurant just off campus and soon agree to order curried beef fried rice (actually, the first time we ordered curried chicken, but the owner assured us the beef was much better.)
    After a couple of weeks, the restaurant would begin preparing the meal as either of us walked in, and sometimes would prepare it in advance so it was ready when we came. Good food, good company, and we enjoyed talking with the owner.
    Skip forward four years.
    By this time we had moved from Saskatoon to Ottawa and then Regina, and had a two year old daughter. Traveling through Saskatoon, we decided to stop at our restaurant again. As we walked in, the owner looked at us and called back to the kitchen, “Two orders of curried beef fried rice”. He came over, seated us and asked what our daughter would like. As I recall, he didn’t charge for what ever she ate and gave us treats for the road.
    Skip forward another five or six years. We walk in, and the owner isn’t there. Instead we are served by a young woman who looked to be in her twenties. She calls back our order without our giving it, then comes out to chat. We ask about the owner and she tells us that her father had retired a couple of years ago, and she had taken over the business. We remembered her as much younger, but time passes. She said she remembered us a younger as well, and also that her dad always liked to visit with us and appreciated that he could serve us what we wanted.
    The last time I tried to go to the restaurant, it wasn’t there. It had been demolished and a chain restaurant had taken over the space. Sadness.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

  23. No. I did however used to go to the same bakery just downstairs from my apartment every day (literally…even on weekends) for around a year and a half and order the exact same thing. They never ever remembered or acknowledged they knew me, even once. Always between around 830–1000am, never missing a day. The craziest thing was they used to try and wrap my croissants in 2 layers of plastic before putting it in a paper bag and EVERY DAY I would tell them not to wrap it up because I was going to eat it momentarily. And they would try to wrap it up again tomorrow. Every damn time.
    I was never mad after around the fourth time. It was kinda amusing.

  24. I work near a small taco shop called Taco’s My Way in Clear Lake Texas. I went there for lunch every single day for lunch, 2 weeks in a row and always got the same thing.
    I got to know the owner/manager (not sure which) pretty well because of an order name confusion. She brought out the order for the person in front of me and thought it was mine and said “Here you go Dylan. Have a nice day!” And I was like “Um… I’m not Dylan.” So from that point on I was “Not Dylan” for a whole week. Then she finally asked me my real name. Haha!
    What did I always get, you may be wondering. Well I’ll tell you. I always order 2 fish tacos with grilled onions, grilled mushrooms and chili con queso. Delicious! I ordered it so many times that they changed the way they wrapped them because they leaked out the tin foil (nonoby else gets chili con queso on fish apparently).
    2 weeks ago I went in after not having gone in a few months and the person at the front was someone I hadn’t seen before. I started to give my order and she said “Oh, you! I’ve got it.” Haha!
    I love them so much. Apparently I made enough of an impression as a regular that I got programmed into the training. Haha!
    I love Taco’s My Way so much. Y’all should try them out sometime if you’re in clear lake for some reason.

  25. The guys who opened the place that is literally under our apartment know when DB and I walk in…to pull a Guinness Stout for me, Diet Coke for DB and two beef tacos (DB) and two mahi-mahi fish tacos (me).
    They’ve been open two weeks. We are their local cheerleaders and have even hustled people on the street for them.
    This is the third iteration in 2 years. We supported each one—a Kazakhsta…

  26. There’s a Wendy’s I frequent in Troy from time to time.
    I’m not in there with any kind of real frequency that would let them truly get to know me, but I introduced the “Operator” to them. It’s the 44oz cup that would normally be used for soda, but filled with a frosty instead. They charge me for a pair of medium frostys, since the sizing comes up equal that way.
    Its been a while since I’ve done that though….I’ll have to remind them again..

  27. This happens very quickly, especially if you customize the order and come in at mostly the same time for a few consecutive days.
    I travel often and tend to patronize same restaurants while traveling. A few days later, I get addressed by name and my order gets customized without me asking. I usually order one of several items, so they still confirm what I want that day. I prefer to have variety. I could save time if I always ordered the same.
    This is equally true for diners, fast food places, and sit down restaurants.

  28. There is an authentic mexican food truck literally two minutes away from my house which is only open on weekends. Me and my boyfriend go there frequently to say the least.
    Our order varies but what does not, is that my boyfriend always asks for extra limes and I always want some extra sour cream.
    Last time I went, I forgot to ask for them. While the lady was handing me the food I said “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to ask for extra limes! “ Without missing a beat she goes “There on top with your sour cream!”
    She always gets a very nice tip from me.

  29. Have I? I still do!
    Wine Bar in Ybor? They know to surprise me with a good beer. And they know my taste.
    Applebee’s? They know I’m getting classic boneless wings with ranch and blue cheese, motz sticks with nuked marinara, and sometimes a quesadilla.

  30. Yes the McDonald’s where I get my Iced Coffee. Sometimes they even see my car pull up and when I walk in and before I even order it’s already made.
    They just renovated the place and have these self serving kiosks but before those when I ordered from a new person, a lot of times I already had it in my hand while I was just trying to pay.
    They would be confused as I pointed the coffee and said this. They couldn’t understand how I got it before I ordered it.
    Also recently we found a Thai place we’ve come to like. I can pronounce the dish I like but it’s always the same waiter and he knows now what I like.
    So long story short yes, it has and does happen many times.

  31. Where I work, they have a cafeteria that is open for breakfast every weekday from 7:30 am to 10:00 am. I think it is partially subsidized by the company, because prices are pretty reasonable, from a short stack of buttermilk pancakes for $1.50 to an omelette with any combination of up to six vegetables and five meats for $3.50.
    I get breakfast there just about every weekday morning and take it back to my desk. There are a lot of other regular customers. The grill cook knows all of us by name. Many people get the same thing every single day, and the cook starts reaching for their favorite omelette ingredients as soon as they walk up to the counter.
    My favorite is scrambled eggs with chorizo, onions, green and red peppers, pico de gallo , and pepper-jack cheese:

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    Instead of scrambled, I may have an omelette instead, or inside a burrito or flatbread.
    My other favorites, which I tend to rotate through on a weekly or so basis, are biscuits with sausage and gravy, buttermilk or chocolate chip pancakes.
    So when I walk up and he starts to reach for the chorizo, I sometimes say, “Think I’ll mix things up a little Juan, pancakes today.”


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  33. Not me but my parents.
    In 1970s and 1980s, my dad used to go to Frankfurt am Main, Germany to meet with people at Lurgi. My dad always stayed at this hotel. In late 80s, they consolidated all their offices into a shiny new one at the outskirts of the city. A few years later, both he and I were in Frankfurt and he took me to see this hotel. We entered and the receptionist looked up and said “Herr Kumar! I didn’t see your name on our register! Where is your luggage?”
    A couple of years previous, my dad and I were in Philadelphia where I was born. We went to a pizza joint that my parents used to patronize 20 years earlier (before they moved to India). We entered and the guy at the counter says “Pepperoni pizza with extra sauce right? Where is your wife?”
    In New Delhi, where we lived, there were many restaurants that loved my parent’s patronage. In early 80s, a pizza place opened. They were still trying to get the hang of making good pizza and my mom and dad very patiently gave them constructive feedback. We used to go there about twice a month and were treated like royalty. We would often get some experimental pizza and the employees would hang on every word my parents said. Once a sub-standard pizza was brought to our table and 10 seconds later (before we could even reach for it), the manager ran to our table, grabbed the pizza and apologized and ran away.

  34. Yes, indeed it was better than them just knowing what I wanted.
    I used to be a regular at the splendid Black Jug in Horsham:

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    When I walked in, assuming the cellarman Nick was working (and he usually was) he would tell me what I was having that day.
    Nick knew his beer, and he knew what beer I liked, so whenever they got something new, he knew if it would be to my taste or not, and he’d give me that.
    If the “guest” beer wouldn’t be to my taste, or if Nick wasn’t working, I’d be poured a pint of the splendid Deuchars IPA as soon as I showed up.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    It was an excellent arrangement.


  35. McDonald’s. Always got the exact same thing and after awhile they started giving it to me free not all the time but a good amount of it. Didn’t even have to order they see my car park and by the time I got in my order would be ready for me to pick up on the counter and often not even having to pay. Sadly they closed that one down to remodel it but that was a good thing as it had been the same for longer than I had been alive at that point

  36. It doesn’t even have to be that often if you’re memerable!
    I don’t know why they had it, but this restaurant by my parents’ home serves a melted nacho cheese sauce if you ask nicely. I love it with their buffalo chicken tenders, and it’s very rare that I’m there for breakfast hours, but that’s the only time when they have to ask me what I want haha
    It’s always the same omlette, though. They’ll probably never catch on, and that’s okay ;p

  37. In the morning’s that my husband and I awake to find that we have no coffee (gasp!). He goes to our local Safeway and purchases our both of our favorite drinks and a bag of Peete’s.
    A couple weeks ago I was the one to go to Safeway and by the bag of Peetes and order the coffees. After, the barista took my order, she said “ Usually a guy… Scott comes in for this.” Then she smiled and said “I didn’t know you were married. So hot coffee in the morning and ice coffee in the afternoon? I’ll remember that.”

  38. A friend of mine frequents a Chili’s in Long Beach for lunch while he’s working.
    As soon as they see him sit down, without him saying a word, they bring him bottomless enchilada soup and salad.
    They know him pretty well, I’d say.

  39. Yes. Pita’s is a family-owned restaurant with great, tasty, healthy food and the servers are attentive and accommodating. They remember me, they make the service personal. I like the food, I like the people, I like the service.
    It is a pleasant experience to have a warm relationship with people. It isn’t difficult to care for people who are part of your life. It is natural to come to want to make their day nice and to show appreciation. It is what makes being human bearable.

  40. One Sunday morning my spouse got up at the crack of dawn to pick up a couple of lattes at the friendly neighborhood coffee shop I frequent during the work week. When she ordered the two lattes to go, the barista said, “If one of these is for your husband, we usually give him an extra shot.”

  41. That’s happened in quite a lot of restaurants and cafeterias. We use to frequent a lot of restaurants since, due to my parents being divorced, my dad often comes to grab lunch or dinner with us, yet for obvious reason my mom would be unwilling to cook for him, so he takes us out instead.
    Given my sisters can be rather picky, as well as my dad, we tend to frequent seversl restaurants. Many of them for years already (even 10 or more). And given that my dad used to hold a somewhat important position back in the day, and that he has 4 daughters (that makes us stand out a lot), people working at restaurants would recognize us easily, and soon would learn our usual orders (since we each almost always ordered the same meal).
    And now, regarding places where my order got know by my own merit, there has only been one: last semester, I used to have lunch alone, because of my extremely tight schedule (I got off work at 2 pm, had to take the metro to my university, arrived at more or less 2:30 pm, and had to have lunch before class started at 3:20 pm). Because of that, I had to eat at a fast place, but at the same time, I wanted my food to still be good. So while I like variety and pretty much tried almost every restaurant at my metro station, near my work building, and at faculties near mine (since the one in my own faculty sucks), there was one I used to visit the most often. It was very cheap, the food was almost always very good (they had a bar of options they switched daily), and it was just a two or three mi…

  42. Yes, it is not restaurant or coffee shop, but a foot spa shop. If I often go there, they know every time I go, I want hot water mixed with fresh ginger to soak my feet. They also provide vinegar or other materials to soak customers’ feet, but I only want fresh ginger. They know it. They also know how I like my feet or legs to be massaged.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

  43. I used to go to a cafe that was known for it’s owner, and for the quality of the coffee. His cafe was located in a old butchers shop with a full length glass window along the front. He would see his regulars pull up out the front of his shop, and start making their coffee straight up. There were a few times where my coffee would be waiting on the counter for me when I came in the front door and pulled up a seat in the big communal table adjacent to the front counter.
    He would remember people’s names and orders after only two or three visits, and he was the quickest and most efficient coffee maker/barista I have come across (he hated the term “barista”). While his life has gone in different directions since he sold his cafe, I do hope that one day he gets back in the game and starts pouring coffee again!

  44. When I was a kid I loved hotdogs. This was when my family was building our new house (2005ish). We would show up at Home Depot in my dads blue car and they would practically already have it made. I ordered hotdog with ketchup, mustard, cheese and onion 3–4 times per week for over a summer.
    Thank you Happys Hotdogs.
    Currently Dutch Bros knows my dads order every time he pulls up. 1 coffee 7 creams. And most of the time its already made or being made when he gets to the window. As for me I don’t get a drink often generally only when my dad has free cards cause I don’t like paying 7 bucks for a drink.

  45. Throughout my life I’ve had restaurants that knew what I wanted as soon as I walked in the door.
    I’ve always really really known what I really really like, and remain loyal to it — not just with food, but with everything.
    I don’t have to go to a restaurant many times to suss out my favorite thing on the menu, and then that’s what I want every time. (Another one of the thousands of things about me I’ve begun to realize in later years is probably Aspie.)
    And because I’m a friendly chipper type, who tends to be joyously vocal about food I like, it never takes restaurant staff very long to figure out how to produce those giggly moans in me.
    They see me coming, know just what I want, and sometimes even add special treats to my order, simply because I’m rambunctious about my desires, outdo everyone in my appreciation, and always tip well.
    Here’s how old I am. Growing up on the East Coast in the sixties, though I’d say I was a particularly exotic sampler of international foods for the times, I never tasted Mexican food until I left home and moved out West in ‘72.
    Mexican food simply did not exist yet East of the Mississippi, can you imagine? Maybe it was even East of the Rockies that it didn’t yet exist (though Texas).
    Then I moved to a tiny coal mining town in NW Colorado in ‘72, and was fed twice a day at the one cafe in town, for mopping up at night.
    Seems inconceivable, but though I knew all about foods from China, Japan, Italy, and Nigeria (along with the Jewish food and Deep Southern cuisine I’d been served at home), I’d never even heard of a damn taco!
    And since they served tacos at the cafe I mopped up, it was tacos I requested twice a day, so they got those ready when they saw me coming.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    That was the first time.
    There were a lot of years I thumbed around so much and couldn’t really afford restaurants, but when I lived in LA, there were two restaurants I frequented that would start preparing my meal as soon as they saw me walk in.
    Coincidentally, I’ve mentioned both here previously — the hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint where I sometimes met my celebrity Emily Fisher’s answer to How did you react when you unexpectedly crossed paths with a major celebrity? , and the fish taco place where I picked up the car that changed my life Emily Fisher’s answer to What is an incident that changed your life? .
    The events in the life changing answer above led me to following my heart up North and trading my Whidbey Island rental property for a house on the South end of Seattle, right around the corner from the woman I was about to mistake for the love of my life.
    In 1994, when I bought that lovely 1904 farmhouse on an acre of formal gardens, it had been a Black neighborhood for a long time. I was the only white person on the block.
    But within a year, there was only 1 Black family left, 1 Filipino family, and everyone else was Vietnamese.
    Overnight, the neighborhood had become Little Vietnam.
    I’d never even met a Vietnamese person before, and somehow, ridiculously, expected something along the lines of Japanese formality.
    I was delighted to be completely off base with that.
    All along the main drag of what had been a decaying Black shopping distract with a lot of boarded up windows, was now one thriving Vietnamese restaurant after another.
    They tended to know each other, and it was like a giant extended family party, every day.
    The first day I walked into one, it was chosen simply because of being the first one on the strip. Though there were probably 20 others within 2-3 blocks, I never tried a single other one.
    I enjoyed my lunch so much that I walked back the next day for a repeat. The couple who owned the place didn’t speak a word of English between them, but that’s what grins and hands are for, so I was easily obliged.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    After that I ate lunch there every day. We adopted each other. Thip (she) and Kang (he) were as excited to meet their first American as I was to meet my first Vietnamese.
    Thip quickly started picking up some English, and I picked up a little Vietnamese, though all I can now remember is the very first thing I learned, that the diminutive of my name — Em — means Little Sister, which delighted all of us, because, yes, that’s what I was to them.
    I invited them to my house, and they were disturbed before even walking in. My place was rather beautiful, with the fabulous gardens around 3 sides and an old stand of blue cedars in front.
    As I walked them up the path to the front door, they became increasingly frantic, and I had no idea what was going on.
    When they got inside, and I’d made them tea, they calmed down some, but every once in a while they’d glance toward the front door and begin panicking again.
    Finally I was able to make it clear that I wanted to know what the problem was, and they mimed it for me in such excruciating detail that I started feeling panicky myself.
    SNIPERS!!! They were worried about me and insisted I chop down all the trees on my property, because trees = snipers!
    That put things in perspective.
    They refused to return to my house until I cut down all the trees, which obviously I was not about to do, so instead they invited me to their house for parties, nearly every weekend.
    Maaan, that crew could party! Gallons of booze and nonstop food! I kind of became their dancing monkey they could show off to all their friends, their own little American, their Little Sister.
    Over the years, Thip picked up more English, Kang not so much, but both acquired enough that I got to take each — Thip, one year, Kang, the next — to get their citizenship.
    I cried like a baby at both ceremonies, the most patriotic I’ve ever felt in my life, by far.
    I loved Thip and Kang, always will, but when I came down to the desert to begin building what was originally going to be only a winter getaway from Seattle, I realized I never ever wanted to go back there, and I never have.
    Because see, I really really know what I really really like, and I now know I’m a desert rat, never want to be anywhere else.
    Just like I once knew I could eat that special Vietnamese stir fry every damn day.

  46. I remembered exactly the first time I stumbled upon a Chinese food stall in a local mall food court in early 2010s. Me and my family were having a casual Saturday outing and shopping in a mall near my home. I was a picky eater back then I would not eat anything but fried rice in a restaurant. I browsed stalls after stalls in the food court until I found a Chinese food joint that offers fried rice as their specialty. I had one right away and amazed on how it tasted so good.
    I ended up being a regular in that particular Chinese stall which I would later patronize for around a year. I almost always had their fried rice every Saturday, so frequent that the main reason me and my family went outing was no longer to do some casual shopping, but particularly to dine on the Chinese joint. My favorite was Seafood Fried Rice with poached eggs. The egg was a special request not offered on the menu.
    It was always the same cashier lady whenever I arrived to order. She perfectly remembered my favorite I did not need to state my order. The conversation went approximately like this:
    Me: “Hi!”
    Cashier: “Hello! The usual?”
    “The total would be xxx rupiah”
    I waited on my table and in a short time my favorite fried rice was on the table. Later I found out that they were always prepared for my arrival since I always showed up at pretty much the same time every Saturday.
    One Saturday the usual lady was not operating the cash registry. It was one of the cook instead. Expecting that he would not know that I am a regular, I proceeded to order. However it turned out that he knew me and the very same conversation happened. That left me struck and a bit amazed though since I have never saw or met him.
    After a year of patronizing the stall, it was forced to move out as their contract was up. I learned so when the lady said that next week they won’t be there again. I remembered feeling shocked. The next year, the entire mall was shutdown.
    Not really a happy ending to be honest.

  47. Yup! In my Student Union building a few years ago we had a Sonic Restaurant that I visited every single day for lunch. What’s funny was that the same server, Jean, happened to take my order every time.
    A route 44 strawberry sweet tea with extra strawberries and light ice. Every day for about a year.
    It got to the point where Jean would see me and just start making the drink. She even hooked me up a few time and let me have it for free.

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

  48. I can do you one better than that. I once patronized a local takeaway place (through online ordering) so much that one time when I ordered something different to what I usually ordered, they called me on the phone just to check I hadn’t made a mistake on their website. I had, incidentally, and I wanted my usual.

  49. Several throughout my life.
    As a child, between two states and two parents. I patronized 2 restaurants enough to be known well enough to know the orders I would want and get special treatment.
    Charley’s Place was a mid-price but upscale feel restaurant my mother took me to often. I was known there for being a child with excellent table manners, who liked her petite prime rib and chocolate windmills with Shirley Temples. The staff would also not only know me and my order, it was not uncommon for my dessert to be free or discounted.
    There was a diner in Florida my Dad took me to for breakfast often. Scrambled eggs, extra bacon, extra large OJ, and a slice of double-deep apple pie. Again, they would know my breakfast, and because the owner was charmed by me and my manners, he would even make me a “Going away” double deep (think 2 apple pies on top of each other) to take home with me and smack my dad’s hand if he tried to touch it.
    As I got older there was Denny’s(free coffee), Uno’s (spoon fed dessert by the waiter), Applebee’s (free drinks), A corner diner (got a job), a neighborhood bar (owner offered to sell it to me and gave me one of the cue sticks when it closed), a couple of local diners (Pink Ladies served the way I like and hugs from the staff when my mom passed), and now a TGIFriday’s (drink on the bar when I come in and free cotton candy).
    The thing is, it’s not just patronizing a place frequently, but being a good, respectful, kind customer. Treat the staff like humans, talk to them like people, don’t be demanding or arrogant, and yes, tip decently. You don’t have to over tip, but at least tip the minimum and be courteous to them. They remembered me and did extra for me because of not just the fact I tipped decently, but because of how well I treated them.

  50. A couple who live in my neighborhood eat at the same place for lunch every Monday and Thursday. When the place that was convenient for me to go to on Mondays started closing on Mondays, I went to pick up my mail at the PO and went in to eat nearby, and saw my neighbors. We started meeting every Monday, and since my Thursday schedule puts me near the same place, we got to meeting every Thursday also.
    If I get there first and am seated by myself. someone will bring the drinks they always get and then ask me whether I’m having coffee or Diet Coke with lime that day.
    We usually order about the same things, but rotate between options, so the staff doesn’t try to guess. But most of them have each order written out before we finish saying the details.

  51. Yes, we have that kind of a relationship at our local, hole-in-the-wall Italian gem that serves superb calamari fritti. The waitress brings a glass of wine an dplaces my order – it’s the way restaurants should be . . . ;-?

  52. Ate breakfast every day at the same restaurant run by a family for about ten weeks. Always looked at the menu and then ordered the same thing. Ham and cheese with tomatoes omelet and rye toast, apple juice and water, no coffee. Always at 0530 just as they opened. Sat in the same place, facing the same direction, in the back corner. Gave me the best line of sight to a building where I was hired to be every day during that period. The family would sometimes start preparing my meal before unlocking the door and we laughed about that. They asked why I was there and I always said the same thing, “for the food” and they let it go. Got to know the father, mother and two older daughters because of my punctuality. One day the job moved and I did not show up anymore. Sent them a gift and an explanation that I had “to move on”. Never saw them again. Still kind of miss them every once in awhile.

  53. I used to eat breakfast at the same place every Sunday for several years. The staff knew what I wanted as soon as I walked through the door. My coffee was already waiting when I sat down. It’s a nice feeling, and I got to know most of the staff an some of their kids. Also, puppy pictures of mastiffs that eventually grew to be 125 pound doggies.

  54. Yep.
    Margarita. Cheese Burst. Medium.
    That’ll be Rs. 309 ma’am. Have a seat.
    I don’t go to that Domino’s anymore, but the service was fantastic.
    Thank you. 🙂

  55. More like the gas station, 7/11 or Wawa.
    When I used to smoke cigarettes, I’d walk into the store and without even having to look at the employees or even saying a word, they’d have a pack ready for me to checkout.
    It was pretty great because the process was quick and easy and they didn’t have to ID me since they knew me!
    Fortunately, I’ve quit that bad habit for about 2 months now!

  56. Yes, our local Kebab shop. The owner Bob does the best kebabs. He knows us so well he’ll even deliver it round to our house if I can’t get out.
    If I have a Saturday night in, I’ll phone up. Bob knows my voice right away, I’ll say,’Bob? Do us a kebab please?’ Bob says,’Yes I know, no salad, tahini and the hot chilli sauce. Why don’t you have some salad? You never have salad!’ Me,’I can’t Bob. That is the Take Away law. I did not make the rules. And throw some chips on that.’
    God I need a date.
    Don’t judge me. You don’t know my life.

  57. I once owned and operated a small local deli, restaurant business. It was a part of my job to get to know my customers likes and dislikes. We treated every customer as fairly as possible and always tried to make them feel special by knowing what they might want and how they wanted it.
    It’s was difficult to keep regular customers with changing demographics and businesses coming and going. I found that making them part of the business asking their input and suggestions on food we served and food items they might like to see us try helped to expand out specials and improve areas of out food quality. So in other ways our regulars who could not walk in all the time still knew they got what they wanted because we listened to them.
    I have patronized places and still do today where they understand how we want something made and do it right. Most places that are chains and maybe privately owned with high employee turnover will find it difficult to maintain a personal level of service.

  58. Yes…I get coffee every day at work (truck driver) at a Burger King. They see me, they frequently will start making my coffee. Large coffee, three sweet-n-low, black.

  59. Several. Still happens. Most of the staff at the local Second Cup know that I like a moyen-moyen (Medium size, medium strength). Another place started hottening up the bagels and lox as soon as I walked in. It gives me a good feeling.

  60. My partner and I patronize this local watering hole very often as it is near to his home. The bartenders are attentive and super nice, it got to the point where the bartender would serve up my partner’s favorite beer (the only drink he ordered)

    Have you ever patronized a restaurant, café, coffee shop, etc. frequently enough employees knew what you wanted as soon as you came in?

    My usual order is some cider/cocktail with some delicious truffle fries . Yum…
    Service at the bar is pretty good with the bartenders suggesting special cocktails not in the menu for me, or making a special food order for me.

  61. I used to shop at some stores so frequently that the employees knew exactly what brands I’d buy.
    However, a long time ago I used to call this pizza place so frequently that when they’d pick up the phone they’d say “The usual?” because they’d recognize my number. Then later, when I’d come in to pick up the pizza, I didn’t have to tell them what I was there to pick up because they just knew me that well.

  62. There was a sandwich shop near where I worked in Houston a few years back that knew my “usual.” I tried it out for lunch one day and it was so good I went back the next day. When I walked in the owner said, “hi, Swayze, welcome back!” He remembered my name after one visit! So I started going all the time and even made a few more loyal customers out of some friends I took there.
    What was crazy was that eventually the owner knew that my regular order was a half roast beef half gyro meat on jalapeño bread with horseradish cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, olives, peppers, and tzatziki sauce.
    Oh and his sweet mom came in every day to make the best cookies in the world. If you live in Houston try Little Jimmy’s Deli.

  63. When my partner and I lived in Alton, Hampshire, we used to have a pretty standard plan for our days off (Monday/Tuesday). Sunday evenings we’d go to the pub (we fondly called it shitfaced Sunday, ahh those were the days) and Monday we’d go to the charity shops (Alton has some cracking examples, The Tricycle being the best ever) and then to Pizza Express.
    We always had the same thing, and it got to the point where our regular server (shamefully I have forgotten his name) would walk to our favourite table, where we had already seated ourselves (it was never busy when we went in) to let us know he’d already put our food order in and to check what we wanted to drink. As this was our post-shitfaced-Sunday lunch I changed what I drank quite a lot depending on the level of hangover.
    As a student I used to frequent The Sugarmill in Stoke (Hanley technically but let’s not get into that) and they’d actually see me through the window and have my drink on the bar as I walked through the door.
    On the opposite end of the scale there have been times when I haven’t been to a pub in years but they still remember what I drink, which is all the more impressive.

  64. I have at least eight cafe’s that the owner will as soon as I walk in shout out “usual boss” (most of our local cafe’s have been taken over by Turks who seem to call everyone boss). I allways give a nod and sit down to wait and read a newspaper. It feels nice to be remembered but the trouble is I have two different regular breakfasts. Either bacon, fried tomatoes and mushrooms with two slices of bread & butter and two mugs of tea or liver, chips and baked beans & two tea’s. So it is a surprise everytime which one will come out. Like Chris I also have a local Kebab shop that knows my order of large doner wrap with salad and little bit of chilli sauce. Years ago I had probably frequented ten different pubs that would know my drink as soon as I walk in. Nowdays our local pub knows the wifes tipple more than mine.

  65. I make it a point to do so.
    I used to live in a small rural town, where it is a given that they all know what I want. Now I live in a big city. Moving to the big city I spent the first few months going to the local shops and buying the same things every time.
    I quickly found my favorite places. The women at the big supermarket know what bread I want and that I don’t want the extra bag to wrap it in.
    The man who runs the flower shop knows what I will be wanting, or is ready with suggestions. My hair dressers (two different places) know what style I will want. The omelet shop at the corner knows that when I walk in with my daughter we are going to sit and they know what we want, and that if I walk in alone that I want (and they know what it is already) it as take out and that I will be back in 30 minutes to pick it up.
    In that 30 minutes I might be visiting the used-stuff shop to check out the dolls (I like dolls) and the woman there will show me anything new they have, as well as anything new that they have in other sections that she thinks I might be interested in such as musical instruments etc. OR, I might be at Baskin Robins where the woman knows what flavor I want to get for my daughter.
    Back in the country village it is not even comparable, though. When I get back in town they know through the grapevine that I am back or will be back and they prepare all my favorites for me, with just the right amount of spicy. Everybody knows that I want enough room to use my computer as I eat, and I want to be next to an electrical outlet, etc. as well as everything that is happening with my house and many of them know what is happening with me personally because they follow me on Facebook.

  66. My household is a vegetarian one while I have liquified bacon running through my veins. So I pop over across the road to an All-Day-breakfast joint fairly frequently
    As soon as I take my seat, my server puts a tall glass full of ice and a bottle of water in front of me, followed by their fantastic coffee (a house blend). Then he just checks with me…omelette or frittata?
    Depending on my answer, he gets me either my omelette stuffed with sun dried tomatoes and herbs or the super spicy frittata with a side of crispy bacon and grilled broccoli.
    Edit: it is an especially hot day today and I stopped my server and asked him for a Black Velvet (iced black coffee) and a watermelon and feta salad. He stood and stared at me like i’d Just sprouted horns!!!

  67. Yes. In fact, I do this enough at a Taco Bell that most of the staff recognizes my order as I start giving it through the drivethru speaker.
    What that says about me and my tastes I’ll never know, but I’m loyal as hell to that Taco Bell. It’s comforting that they never get the order wrong, despite it being complex.
    (and no, I don’t live in a small city, I’m in a 30,000 person suburb of Detroit and the restaurant has a continuous line of cars at the drivethrough at any reasonable mealtime)
    I also have this at several other restaurants in the area. It helps if you wear a distinctive hat or have an odd order. I come in, they come with my usual drink and ask my son if he wants his usual meal.


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