THE INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT SAGA OF UPTOWN GRIL, A RESTAURANT.
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THE INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT SAGA OF UPTOWN GRIL, A RESTAURANT.
PART II - The first customer walked in a few minutes after I opened the doors, a middle-aged man with a briefcase. He looked around the restaurant, taking it all in, before approaching the counter.
As he got closer, I couldn't help but notice the man's expression. He looked confused, as if he was expecting something more.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, my fingers hovering over the touchscreen ordering system.
"I don't understand," he said, shaking his head. "It has grill in the name but there doesn't seem to be anything grilled anywhere in this restaurant. As far as I can tell, it's just a bunch of sandwiches on white bread. And most of those sandwiches are just ham and cheese."
Even though I heard some variation of this query a hundred times a day, I was taken aback. I had a flash of sweat as panic struck my mind and blurred my vision for the briefest moment. Had I made a mistake? Had I misjudged what people wanted? But then I shook my head. No, I knew what people wanted. They wanted to listen to ‘Uptown Girl’ over and over and they wanted simple sandwiches on white bread. That was it. That was all anybody ever wanted, and that was it.
"Sorry to disappoint," I said with a wry smile. "But we keep it simple here at Uptown Gril.” The man nodded. “And grill is spelled with two ‘L’s, not one.” Now the man looked confused again, so I pointed to our sign, “See, ‘Gril’ in ‘Uptown Gril’ is spelled with only one ‘L’, don’t you understand? It seems like you don’t understand anything.”
"I'll have a ham and cheese sandwich then, please," he said.
