I’d always found the drip coffee at my friendly neighborhood coffee shop (Rendezvous, near Truman’s) pretty bland. Though I like the owners, I stopped in rarely; it was an “only in an emergency” place for me. And then I simply told them my predicament.
“You ladies are great,” I said, “but this coffee isn’t doin’ it for me. I like the strong stuff; is there something else I should try?”
And thus was my cafe americano addiction born.
I had another case of ask-itis a few months later, this time at Cafe Berlin.
An order of Anonymous Tacos bring three giant, overstuffed breakfast tacos. They’re delicious, but one would probably do – certainly no more than two. So I asked, “Would you consider selling me just one taco for a lower price.”
They were more than willing, though we didn’t settle on what that actual price would be.
The moral of the story is: ask for what you want. More often than not, you’ll get it.
(Caveat: There is, however, a special place in hell reserved for diners who reorganize a chef’s entire menu. “Instead of risotto, how about rice pilaf.” Or, “I don’t really like asparagus, could I have those scallops with green beans.” People like this are exposing themselves, either as rubes or jerks – or both.)