Expand Special Treatment
Sep 22nd, 2006 11:23 PM, 0 comments
There's something about receiving special treatment that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even when you know full well that the special treatment given required no extra effort on the giver's part.

Sharon, Drew, Amber, and I went to dinner at Carrabbas's in Chesapeake a few months back. I'm not a *huge* fan of Italian food, but I was up for something new. The place was packed, so we pretty much ended up sitting in the kitchen -- they have bar style seats that face directly into the kitchen where all the action is.

Nothing really stuck out at me when I looked over the menu, so I gathered up the courage and asked what appeared to be the head chef, who was directly 5 feet in front of me, what the best thing to order was. He said, "The Filet Scampi", which wasn't even on the menu, so I ordered it.

I'm no food connoisseur by any means, and some may argue that my taste buds are anything but sensitive or that I only eat to survive. I also had no idea what "scampi" was at the time. Regardless of all that, this dish was probably in the top 10 dishes that I've ever eaten at a restaurant. And since I can't remember any others that I'd place in the top 10, we'll just call it #1.

Also, during the course of the dinner, the excitement in the kitchen was intense. It was arguably better than Cinema Cafe -- people yelling out their orders for some chic-parm and trying to constantly push Weesies.

Tonight, Sharon and I returned to that very Carrabba's and sat in the exact same spot we sat during our first visit. We (or at least I) had a great time. I recognized one of the guys from before who was on the grilling station (I think he must have been cooking spaghetti last time). I, of course, ordered the same damn thing and it was just as good as I remembered. I had the filet cooked medium-rare and damned if there wasn't some blood drainage in the plant. Mmmm-mmmm good, God bless cattle.

So, to the point of the actual story: The grill man hit us up for some conversation. During this conversation, already knowing, I asked if he cooked the steak. Upon receiving the answer I expected, I proceeded to tell him that he cooked it to perfection. A little bit later in the evening, he offered up a dessert on the house. The "Sogno di Ciccolata" (Chocolate Dream). I'm not a huge fan of chocolate, but this thing was damned good.

So again, the point: This dessert could very well have been a dessert that was made in error, a duplicate, or a cancellation. Either way, it was a simple gesture that, in the end, made me want to tip more and come back to see them again. It's the simple things that go a long way.
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