I told them that my husband the chef and I owned the restaurant. Weekend Warrior Weekends are the worst. Every Friday morning I roll out of bed and wish I could just have Monday back again, which is strange if you consider how many hours I've worked by the time I get to Friday. Beginning Friday night we get customers who eat out only on the weekend. These are people who are usually celebrating special situations, bound to create unrealistic expectations.
Nothing ever goes perfectly on the weekends.
There is a couple that comes once a month. The wife hates me. I'm always thrilled when I see their name in my reservation book. The husband told the waiter last time the only reason they come to the restaurant is for the calamari. I wish they would just order it to go.