It was an early Saturday morning, and the restaurant where I was staying, D’Angelo’s, had just started serving up breakfast.
I was standing in line for a slice of the traditional New York slice of bread, the pita bread, which is often served with hash browns or scrambled eggs.
When the menu said “special order,” I thought I was ordering a cheeseburger.
Instead, I was told that I had to order a cheesesteak.
I sat at a table in the middle of a crowded dining room, staring at the pâtisserie.
It was a busy hour, and I was not alone in the restaurant.
The entire place was packed.
And, the moment I started ordering, my server, D.J., yelled out “this is D’angelo’s.”
A customer was waiting for a drink.
A few minutes later, the server, in a rush, ran out to the back of the room, grabbed a glass of water, and hurried over to me, grabbing my tray and ordering the cheesesteaks.
I had just ordered a slice.
D. J. had ordered a cheeseise.
I ordered a pie.
When I told him I had eaten the cheeses, he was confused.
“What?” he asked.
“I ate the cheese,” I said.
“What is it?”
I don’t know what it is.
I said, it’s a pâte à taté.
And he said, “What’s a tatée?”
“The French word for a pizza, a tato.”
I was shocked.
The cheeses were a tata, a trifle.
And the slice of pizza was a tatra, a dessert.
The server said that it was a pita, the traditional slice of dough that the restaurant serves up with hashbrowns or pancakes.
When he saw that, he thought, This is ridiculous.
He said that he had ordered it.
“You can’t have a slice,” I told the server.
He looked at me and said, What do you mean you can’t?
He went back to his table and asked me what I meant.
I told D. I meant that I don`t have any slice, but I did eat a slice and a half.
I think I am going to ask for a dessert later.
It didn`t occur to me to ask him if he was ordering another slice.
And when I told that to D.M., he was stunned.
He was like, I can’t believe you ordered a dessert!
The server came back and said that there was a big wait, but he would give me another slice, so I said no problem.
I called him back and I told this to D, and he was like you are insane.
I mean, you were eating two slices of pizza and then a slice, and you can`t do that.
He went into the kitchen and tried to eat more.
I looked at him and I said that if I can`ve been in a place that you didn`T have a place to eat for a while, I would have eaten more.
He didn`ts get it.
So, I told her that I can do that, but she said no.
She told me that D. said, Why did you order a dessert when you have no pizza.
“Because you are eating too much,” she said.
That`s not how it works.
I went back and asked D. why, and D. didn`s response was, “Because I can.”
So, we went to a restaurant and had pizza, then we went back into the house and ordered a drink and we ordered another pizza.
That is not a dessert, and it should be.
It should be, because we ate two slices.
And I ordered the second slice, because that`s what you do in this country, you eat slices.
So the server told me the story and I asked D, how do you make sure you get a slice?
And he just looked at the table and said “You should.”
It was really strange.
So I called the restaurant and said it should not be a problem, and they told me to go back to the dining room.
That was the first time I heard that it wasn`t a problem.
The restaurant manager was there, and she told me there should be no problem, that the customer was just going to order another slice when he ordered the first.
The manager told me it would be fine.
She said, No, it was going to be fine, because D. told me he was hungry and wanted a second slice.
But he told me if he ordered it and the server had said no, then it was just fine.
So that was a real eye-opener for me.
So my point is, if you`re a regular diner, you probably eat pizza or dessert, so if you want to have a