Saturday, August 18, 2007

The Dance Line

We went to a local steak house last evening. We’d been there a time or two before, and knew it would be busy. We also knew they had good steaks and the wait staff danced in the aisles from time to time…yes, they danced in the aisles.
We were no more than seated than the music started and 18 wait staff (all young people, by the way) did a dance to a country number. I can’t recall the title. They then went back to waiting tables. Toward the end of our time there, they danced again. This time there were 20 in the aisles dancing away to another country number that again I can’t remember the title of.
The steaks were incredible, though. Moderately priced, they were cooked just as ordered and seasoned just right. Many people think they can cook a good steak. The folks at this Texas-named place really do know how to cook one.
I guess my only comments on the dancing, though, are that the wait staff seemed to really enjoy doing the dances and providing some entertainment to their customers. They also have much more energy than I, and it shows. Of course, that could well be due to my pushing 60 and the folks in the dance line pushing 25, but who’s counting?

2 comments:

Wild Flower said...

So you were watching the dancers to appreciate their energy, huh. Okdoke.

Anonymous said...

"Pushing 60" and "who's counting?" We are, dear brother. You know what happens in this family when you hit 60. Be vewee vewee afwaid . . .