My
friend Valerie was telling me how she frequently brings a book to dinner with
her husband as he’s often distracted by calls, emails and texts. She feels
silly sitting at her "table for two” with no one to talk to.
Really? Is this what date night has come to?
Here’s
an addition to restaurant etiquette that I think would do us all a world of
good. The Opérateur de Cellulaire. (Things
sound better in French, and they are exemplary when it comes to
luxuriating in a leisurely meal). Yes, in addition to the Maitre
d’ who looks after our dining experience, and the coat check person who attends
to our jackets and umbrellas, we need a responsible individual to chaperon our
precious cell phones.
