“Table or Booth?” Most folks who have been to a restaurant with me have learned the answer to this question. “Table.” Many restaurant hosts skip the question entirely when there’s a big person in the group, leading us straight to the table with the most clearance. A few restaurant hosts, even when told, “We’d like a table for 4,” still walk us to a booth. This has been one of my pet peeves for years.
As a big guy, I’ve written off particular establishments entirely because of inadequate seating for big folks. Olive Garden’s square rolling chairs are too narrow. Waffle House has a few seats that aren’t bolted to the floor, but they’re usually occupied by the regulars. The Belle of Hot Springs, Arby’s on Cantrell, Orange Leaf Frozen Yogurt, and others all have funky seating that’s not compatible with me.
These are words I could have written six months ago. Fortunately, I’m now “booth-compatible.” Interestingly enough, though, I don’t have much business in the above-named establishments.
Maybe It was eating there that made me booth-incompatible in the first place.
For what it’s worth, I can now fit into restaurant booths.