I don’t mind tipping.
Some jobs pay such pathetically low wages that tipping is absolutely necessary to get people to do that kind of work. Besides, anyone who repeatedly has to deal with the public probably deserves some kind of “survivor” bonus. Hell, I’d rather dig a ditch in the summertime for minimum wage than serve a family at an Applebee’s with a couple of highchairs. Please, hand me a shovel. I mean hand me a shovel to dig the ditch — not to use on the kids. Just want to make that clear.
The problem is….everyone who deals with the public now expects a tip. Tip jars are placed everywhere. Here in Las Vegas, tipping is probably my third-highest monthly expenditure, behind my mortgage payment and what I pay to the bookies.
Weera Thai is anchored in a nondescript strip mall on West Sahara, about two miles off Las Vegas Blvd. From the outside, there’s nothing at all appealing about this place. It’s the kind of restaurant you’ve probably driven past 100 times and never given it much thought. Why go here when there are so many other established Thai restaurants that are sure to please?
Mi Casa es Tu Casa!
Leticia’s Mexican Cantina opened in 2009. It’s located in Tivoli Village, an upscale piazza-themed commercial and residential district across the street from the Suncoast Casino in Summerlin.
Promptly at 4 pm yesterday, Marieta and I entered an Italian restaurant in Las Vegas.
“Do you have a reservation?” we were asked.
The restaurant was graveyard empty.
Fortunately, the seating host was able to squeeze us in. Lucky us.
Don’t ask me how I ended up in Utah.
Please, don’t ask. Because I’m not going to tell you.