The Tiffin Tin

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The Day Nobody Washed Dishes

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Let’s be clear about one thing.  They don’t serve mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving at Caesar’s Italian Restaurant.  They serve pasta.  And sweet potatoes.   I got over that huge disappointment, however, because we were cared for by a waiter so kind, and gracious, and funny, that the absence of potatoes did not linger long enough to cast a pall over anything on Thanksgiving. 

As is often the case on holidays with loved ones, it isn’t really the food we’ll remember. 

 It’s the sign.  And how understanding the entire staff was when Tiniest Tiffin managed to knock over his Shirley Temple and then, not five minutes later, tipped forward on his chair and came crashing to the ground.  Not a single person who worked there made him feel anything other than like a child who’s had a bad moment and needs an ice pack and a big piece of chocolate.  It suddenly seemed churlish to have cared for even a moment about the mashed potatoes in the face of so much kindness. 

Written by bloglily

November 29, 2006 at 12:02 pm

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  1. Chocolate cures a lot of problems. 🙂 We didn’t have mashed potatoes either, we had scalloped potatoes. Ham was the primary meat, the turkey was a rotisserie turkey breast purchased the day before. We had NO PIE. That was an almost bigger crime than no mashed potatoes.

    But we ate and were thankful.

    Sue Crocker

    November 29, 2006 at 4:00 pm

  2. Oh, poor Tiny Tiffin! That was a difficult moment, but I am so glad all the folks were kind. And think how good your next mashed potatoes will be– mmmmm, can almost taste them myself. I hope it was all fun and good, from the spill and crash upward. xx, mary


    November 29, 2006 at 11:12 pm

  3. Lovely! Italians just are adorable when it comes to children. That is one of the many reasons why we love going to Italy. I remember when I was pregnant – 6 months – with Soeren we made a trip to Florence. Where ever we went – restaurant, cafe, etc. when ever I sat down and the tables next to me had a bunch of smokers (at that time it was allowed to smoke in restaurants in Italy) sitting, they automatically without saying a word simply put out their cigarettes!
    This was a wonderful little story and I really hope Tiny Tiffin is feeling better. Hugs to him!!


    November 30, 2006 at 12:48 am

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