Here we go. Saturday night, my girlfriend and myself were sitting at the bar, chatting and listening to the three girl jazz band playing in Libra Room. She finished her drink, I finished my salad, the conversation was flowing, the music was playing. The bartender, a blonde male one, interrupted our chat by would-you-pay-the-bill question. Sure, no problems and no worries, we will. Once we paid the bill the question are-you-ready-to-leave-now-as-there-is-a-couple-waiting-for-your-seats?
What's that, ah? I was shocked, actually. I told him that was rude and got just a broad smile in return. Needless to say I won't go there again.