Occasionally while living in a city with 8 million neighbors, you just have a bad day. People can be trying at times, and well to be frank–drive you bleeping crazy. Even after a glass or two, or perhaps a bottle of wine, that bad day can grow worse. It happens to all of us. You know when it is time for a weekend in the country. Peace and quiet is the perfect medicine for the angry and mad New Yorker.
Last Friday, I took my beau out for his birthday dinner. We tried an older restaurant that was new to us on the Upper West Side. Ouest is unassuming from the outside, but quite lovely and comfortable on the inside. It has been a fine dining staple in this neighborhood since 2001. Tom Valenti’s food is innovative, with larger portions than many other French restaurants, and beyond delicious.
The layout of the restaurant is a bit odd with a type of mezzanine as a second level that overlooks the main dining room downstairs. We were seated on this upper level.
Probably about ten minutes after we arrived and began to peruse the menu, a woman came from nowhere, stormed up the stairs and started yelling at the two people seated next to us. They were cute as can be, and obviously in the midst of enjoying a romantic night out. Until this crazy person approached their table, that is.
After she confronted them, she accused the gentleman of throwing a utensil downstairs intentionally so it hit her table. The maitre ‘d immediately intervened and escorted the “angry and mad” woman back to her table, after which she had to make the rounds and apologize to the 7 or 8 tables that were on this mezzanine level.
I asked what happened. She calmly said that the gentleman had mistakenly dropped his butter knife, (or more than likely knocked it off his bread plate) and it landed on the table below. What amazed me is that this woman openly accused him of doing it intentionally. Who does this? Who would toss a utensil to land on someone else’s dinner? And who would then accuse someone of the act?
I will tell you who. A crazy New Yorker who had a bad day. Probably couldn’t get a cab, had to take 3 crowded subways while walking in heels, was late for an important meeting across town, stained her favorite suit at lunch with a client, worked later than usual on a Friday due to a deadline, didn’t have time to change the stained suit before dinner, and had a fight with her significant other in front of their friends during dinner. Then the butter knife fell.
Drive to the country, come back rested and be ready for Monday. Or better yet, take two weeks vacation and fly to Tahiti. Then have dessert.