If a “your table is ready” text goes off and no one is there to hear it, did it ever really exist? Today, the Eater staff dishes its stories, philosophies, and anxieties around the process of waiting for your table. |
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The Eater staff’s gripes (and tips) about waiting for a table |
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New York City has finally, at least momentarily, thawed for spring. Yes, a big rodent decreed six more weeks of winter, but that’s all the more reason for us to take advantage of no-puffer nights. Unfortunately, this also translates to a far lengthier wait for walk-in diners than we’ve been used to for the past few months. Consider hot spots such as Thai Diner, which had a three-hour minimum wait the other weekend by 6 p.m., while Bernie’s in Brooklyn was fully booked for the evening by 5 p.m. — a fact I eavesdropped from another waiting would-be customer seeking other options. This is, of course, welcome traffic for East Coast restaurants that have been grappling with a relentless winter of record-breakingly low temperatures and ICE raids. But I don’t know if this came to mind for the group of polar-fleece-vest-swaddled bros outside of Thai Diner who had a full meltdown.
The process of waiting and then being seated for a table isn’t always an odyssey, but sometimes it takes on Homeric proportions. Whether you’re more of a walk-in person (the saloon-door swinging cowboy of the dining world) or a type-A, weeks-in-advance reservation wrangler (me, sadly), the time frame in which one is waiting to be seated creates a unique little microcosm of stressors for customers and staff alike. Should I wait by the bar? Will the heating lamps pull their weight on the patio? Am I following the wait staff to the right place? Why are the people waiting in such an amorphous non-line? The mind reels, the stomach grumbles.
In the subreddit r/TalesFromYourServer, one former server writes, “My favorite was when [customers] would seat themselves at a dirty table — not even bussed yet”. Another vented, “Not a server anymore, but I used to fantasize about having decoy menus where the text inside says 'please wait to be seated' as every option.” As a customer with no chill, my philosophy has always been to fully succumb to the wait for a table; to take it as my liminal space penance before earning a delicious sit-down meal. (Yes, I come from a long line of anxiety-disordered Puritans.) Until someone on staff makes eye contact with me, or somehow gestures for me to follow them, I will not break the third wall (walk past the host stand).
As seasoned diners, I tapped my fellow Eater staff to share their biggest anxieties, tips, and pet peeves around the process of waiting for a table.
Being told to wait at the bar, then having to frantically close out
One of my peeves is when the hostess insists you go get a drink at the bar, but then won't transfer your tab when your table is ready, and the bar is busy so you're frantically trying to get the check while the host awkwardly stands there. Please, I beg of thee (as a former longtime hostess, no less), either transfer the check to my table or make it clearer that I’ll only be waiting a few minutes. — Hilary Pollack, deputy editor
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We could all learn a thing or two from Domino’s (yes)
I’m extremely pro text notifications while you’re waiting for a table, but I need a Domino’s-style tracker for how close I am to be seated. I can’t count the amount of times I was quoted a nebulous 35-minute wait, and it somehow turned into a seven-minute turnaround or an hour and a half long test of patience. The correct solution is an animated hot and ready table tracker to free us all of mysterious wait purgatory. — Rebecca Roland, deputy editor
Waiting with kids is a drag
“Waiting for restaurants with kids is especially taxing. Not known for their patience, kids have a terrible sense of time. Also, trying to get a kid to hold still in a three-foot-by-five-foot restaurant foyer, or even hang on a sidewalk without running into traffic, is hard work. At least when the restaurant offers to text you, you can go wander to a nearby play area or something to kill time. But if you’re forced to stay within eyesight or earshot, waiting becomes impossible.” — Lesley Suter, special projects director
If you flee the scene, be prepared to make a quick return
Nothing prepares you for the particular stress of a restaurant quoting "30 to 45 minutes" — so you migrate to the bar next door, finally exhale, order a drink — and then your phone buzzes. 'Something opened up and we're ready for you.' And it's been less than 10 minutes. My MO is to be upfront with the bartender: 'Hey, so sorry — we were waiting for a table next door and they just texted us, could we settle up?' And then I spend the rest of the night feeling bad about running out on them. — Patty Diez, associate director of network development
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