What We Tend To Forget About Restaurants

As adults, many of us tend to lose some of the certain joys in life.  Now it is not so much that we stop performing the joyous activities, but we tend to forget to take joy in them.  We are so distracted with everything else “important” going on in the world and our day to day existence that things we once found wondrous and magical can quickly become commonplace and mundane.  I think dining out at restaurants tends to become one of these things.


It’s a Friday night, you are at home with your significant other, trying to decide how to spend the first evening of your much anticipated weekend.  Eventually the plan becomes to go out to dinner.  It is an exciting prospect then – where to go, what to get, what to wear, etc.  But then you get to the restaurant – there is a wait.  Immediately, your high hopes of a magical evening seem dashed and you sit in the overcrowded waiting area and complain about having to wait.  Some of the joy is already gone.


Then you finally get seated at your table.  They don’t have a dish you thought they had, or your steak is a bit overcooked, or you couldn’t hear the waiter read the specials over the exceptionally loud party at the table next to you.  We seem to look for things to complain about, to take the joy out of the evening.  Maybe there is traffic heading home and it takes too long and by the time you get back you are exhausted and unhappy and the glorious start of your weekend was a flop.


But why does it need to be that way?  Remember when you chose to go the restaurant and how excited you were then?  Why not keep those spirits up?  I never understand why some great company and conversation can’t overshadow any of the little hiccups inherent with any situation.  So there is a wait – great some more time to chat and be together.  So the party next to you is loud, great you can say whatever you want at dinner and no one will ever hear you, including the loud party, whom you can probably have some good fun eavesdropping on and making up stories about.  And is there really nothing at the restaurant that doesn’t taste a million times better than it would have at home purely because you didn’t have to cook it and you won’t have to clean up afterwards?


But I realize this is a  very optimistic viewpoint, and some of us need a little help getting back our joy.  I am hoping that in some ways QR codes can bring that back with some games during our wait and some stories to read about our chef while the loud table shouts next to us to help us see past the easily complain-able situations to the bits of joy underneath.  I see no reason why we can’t bolster this joy with some technology when needed.