A RESTAURANT OWNER'S GUIDE TO SERVING SINGLE LADIES

I love traveling around the world and around my town. Since I was young I learned to enjoy things around me regardless of whether I was alone or accompanied. There was nothing remarkable about that until I became an adult and suddenly, there was an expectation that I should always be accompanied. This expectation or assumption has led to many awkward moments with various service providers, but particularly with the restaurant industry. So here are some tips I would like to give to restaurateurs if you would like to maintain the patronage of people who are patronizing you on their own:

DON'T: Ask "just one?"
DO: Say "thank you for choosing us today"

DON'T: Take the food away when the customer goes to the bathroom
DO: Ask the customer whether they are done with their plate

DON'T: Have one tiny table in the back of the restaurant
DO: Have small tables spread throughout the restaurant

DON'T: Let the customer to their own devices when it comes to safeguarding their personal items
DO: Have a place where customers can leave their personal items while in the restroom, this might also reduce the likelihood of the food being removed before they are done with their meal.

These are just a few tips, I am sure others will have more suggestions to make. I never thought doing things on my own would be so difficult of a concept for others to grasp. I mean it is 2014 and I have the right to enter any contract I want to on my own, so why not eat?

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