This Old Guy Who Comes In...

…did something especially funny the other day. Now he looks like a hobo who was hit in the head with a propane tank, and mostly comes in to use the bathroom. He calls me Boss, and the girls Chickadee (and makes various lewd comments like, I guess I won’t use the bathroom today since you don’t have any Playboy).

Anyway, the other day he came in, wandered back to the restaurant, approached server Janis, reached in his coat and said:

Dented Head Guy: I don’t want to offend you or anything Chickadee, but I was wondering if you wanted…..

Janis: [gulp]

Dented Head Guy: (opens his coat)…to buy a ham.

That’s right, he opened his coat to reveal a whole ham he had under his arm. Apparently for sale.

(I’m not really sure how to end this story, except to say that all meat we serve at EAT! comes from approved sources and not from hoboes’ armpits.)

Our 3 year old was recently diagnosed with Celiac Disease...

…and eating at your last Gluten-Free night was our first time eating out since the diagnosis. Our girls loved!! the chicken dippers and fries. We just wanted to let you know that is really great to be able to go out as a family and have no concerns about cross contamination or even finding something on a menu!

- Joanne

(EAT! bistro is the only restaurant in Winnipeg doing semi-monthly all gluten-free nights. Doughheads stay home!)

Follow the line-up

I’ve been using a new line at the restaurant this week. While my wife, Chef Candace,  was away in Quebec, she told me how she decided where to eat. “I just went where the most people were lined up. I knew that’s where the best food would be.” So since our restaurant is pretty much always full by twelve o’clock, I’ve been telling people who are unsure if they want to wait, “Hey, if you want to know where the best food is, follow the line-up.” (Then as we were going home last night, we drove by McDonald’s. There was a huge line-up in the drive-through. I guess Winnipeg isn’t Quebec.)

I was seating people in the bistro the other day, and there was a guy in a wheelchair who wheeled into the restaurant with a woman walking behind him. They were obviously together, and it took a conscious effort on my part to ask him if he needed a table instead of her. I think it just had to do with her being at eye level, but he must get it all the time. When my brother broke his neck, he hated being the guy in the wheelchair. How it changes things…