On A Cool Tart Night …
Tales of a Humble Server
I was working the dinner shift on a soft cool Los Angeles night. The weather was in perfect form, the outside patio of Tart was on a parallel tight rope with nature and each table donned a coy but subtle romantic candle. As guest started to arrive via reservations and walk-ins instantly their intial reactions were to sit inside. It was cold outside who could blame them, so we started off the evening indoors until two brave women who looked like two old friends walked in cheerfully and were asked by one of our lovely staff members, ” Two for dinner, would you prefer to sit inside our out?” They choose outside and as it so happened that the table belonged to me. I like being outdoors. I think it is part of my make-up as a person. I grew up in the Northeast Midwest part of the States and have always enjoyed the changing of seasons. I find that, aside for the harsh winters, which can be great during holiday season -visually at least (snow)- weather has the ability to set a mood.
The mood that night was simply cool and laidback. Our guest felt comfortable outside. When I arrived to greet my table and offer them our specials for the night, the one woman before I could even finish my first sentence chimed in with a “wow, it’s so nice out here why are all those people sitting inside, and I didn’t realize how much space you guys have on the patio, it’s really relaxing and cozy, I’m catching up with my old friend, we haven’t seen each other in awhile.” I nodded and agreed, what else am I supposed to do, then I did my piece, returned, took their order and watched them enjoy themselves for over an hour. During the course of the meal, I notice how nice it felt to be serving these people because the atmosphere was so dominating and intoxicating. They were relaxing having a good time, I was at work serving them feeling the same way, and I thought to myself; I really like Los Angeles more when it’s cool outside.