Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Restaurant Bleu

We took another trip to Restaurant Bleu. This time, I found it okay but not fabulous. For example, my chocolate mousse was very delicious, but the cookie crust it was sitting in was hard and tasteless and kept shooting into my lap each time I tried to cut off a piece. Matt got the banana thing for dessert which he enjoyed.

Probably the most memorable thing about this trip was after dinner. I was waiting for Matt to use the bathroom and eavesdropping on a conversation a dinner patron was having with the waiter while she was waiting for her companion in the bathroom. They were chatting about their lives when she made an abrupt turn and asked if the waiter went to church, because she was a preacher and needed to do her job. He politely said he did when he was younger, but that there was no draw there. He then attempted to switch the subject by discussing his hometown of Dallas and the traffic when she interrupted him, put her hands on his head and said the following, "Dear Lord, please bless this man and his cooking endeavors and please lead him back to the one true church so he can find Jesus and his way, in the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen."

Her husband emerged from the restroom, they departed, and the waiter and I just stared at each other for a beat, then made non-religious conversation. Matt arrived and we went on a walk to Jameson Square, most of which was devoted to how incredibly inappropriate it is to pray over people who haven't really asked you to.


Sara K. said...

I am always bummed out when places are not consistent. Especially when they are expensive places. My question is: would you rather know or not know if someone was praying for you? Would it have changed the situation if she had just prayed silently or said, I will pray for you?

Patricia said...

Well, that's the student restaurant for the Cordon Bleu Cooking School, so it isn't that expensive and I expect inconsistancy.

As to praying, people can pray silently for me whenever or wherever they want, but if I am interrupted in what I was talking about and someone puts their HANDS ON ME it is incredibly not okay.

Anonymous said...

Amen, Patricia. MOM