"I saved your seat in the back!"

That was Louis, an employee of the venerable Fuddrucker's enterprise downstairs. It's only been open two days, and I'm already a recognized regular. Not only that, but he knows my name now. And I know his. I shall enjoy this bond. (I take particular pride in become a regular at a restaurant - it's one of the few times I actually enjoy being recognized)

I don't think I've ever encountered such great service at any restaurant before.

As soon as Max and I walk in, the two cashiers immediately chime: "Welcome to Fuddrucker's!" We hadn't even gotten to the line yet. Every employee who walked past smiled and wanted to make sure our experience was pleasurable.

I wonder what you have to compensate those employees to get such good behavior. These guys just really seemed passionate about serving me great food. (I'm not joking).

Anyways, I rang the Bell of Great Service tonight as I left. I enjoy it, cause it forces all the employees to yell out, "THANK YOU, PLEASE COME AGAIN!"

Right on.

(And if you visit Fuddrucker's on Broadway in San Diego, stand in front of the door, and count 3 windows up. That's my loft. Woooooo stalk me!)