They're gonna recognize my eyes, my hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose

When I blogged about how I'd always wanted to Become A Regular Somewhere I completely forgot that my family are already regulars for Sunday brunch at the Sheraton in Ann Arbor. I probably forgot it because I am always trying to forget it. It would be nice if it were because we go there frequently, but it's because we've become recognizable.

A few years ago, I was to meet my family at the Sheraton for brunch. They arrived before I did and the host was amused to watch as they danced around the table, trying to decide where they should sit, based on where I would insist on sitting when I arrived. They explained to the host that I was afraid of sitting with my back to the room because I thought I was going to be attacked by the Mafia. This wasn't so bad or unusual, because my family has a history of oversharing with complete strangers. Usually it's okay, because we never see that person again.

The horrible thing is that it is now always the same host for Sunday brunch at the Sheraton, and that he now recognizes my family and asks, "Is she with you today?" Then he snickers at me when I come in. I'm pretty sure that some of the servers recognize us now because word of my neurosis has spread throughout the staff. It's a good thing the breakfast is delicious enough for me to put up with being a laughingstock!

srah - Sunday, 25 November 2007 - 9:44 PM
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Comments (19)

gravatar alfie - November 25, 2007 - 9:54 PM -

Chicago.

gravatar srah - November 25, 2007 - 9:55 PM -

Go to... Chicago!

gravatar alfie - November 25, 2007 - 9:57 PM -

Oh, shut up. He LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURVES you.

gravatar alfie - November 25, 2007 - 10:03 PM -

Huh?

gravatar srah - November 25, 2007 - 10:16 PM -

I don't know. It was supposed to be like Hell.

gravatar Elisabeth - November 25, 2007 - 10:24 PM -

Everyone here has a thing. Stanley has his puzzles. Angela has her cats. I don't want to be a "guy" here. I don't want to be the Sheraton brunch guy.

After two months I was a regular at a gay bakery in Paris. To this day that is the only place.

gravatar srah - November 25, 2007 - 10:26 PM -

What made it a gay bakery? The owners? The clientele? The pastries? I like the idea of a gay bakery as opposed to a gay bar. If I were gay, that's where I would hang out.

gravatar Elisabeth - November 25, 2007 - 10:49 PM -

"The owners?" Yes
"The clientele?" Yes and no
"The pastries?" Yes and no
The name was also Le Gay Choc. And my guidebook called it the gay district. And everyone knew what you were talking about if you mentioned the gay bakery. I had such a crush on one of the guys.

The food was also super cheap and delicious.

gravatar Elisabeth - November 25, 2007 - 10:49 PM -

"The owners?" Yes
"The clientele?" Yes and no
"The pastries?" Yes and no
The name was also Le Gay Choc. And my guidebook called it the gay district. And everyone knew what you were talking about if you mentioned the gay bakery. I had such a crush on one of the guys.

The food was also super cheap and delicious.

gravatar srah - November 25, 2007 - 10:51 PM -

I didn't know pastries had sex, gay or straight! I am never going to be able to eat a pastry again.

gravatar Elisabeth - November 25, 2007 - 10:51 PM -

Oops double post. And it was actually called Legay Choc.

gravatar Elisabeth - November 25, 2007 - 10:56 PM -

You're correct, I blame my flight and lack of sleep, pastries have no sexual orientation. That would be weird.

gravatar srah - November 25, 2007 - 10:57 PM -

Darn.

gravatar cdp - November 26, 2007 - 8:41 AM -

"pastries have no sexual orientation"

[Not thinking about long johns and crullers...not thinking about long johns and crullers....not thinking about....]

gravatar Fraulein N - November 26, 2007 - 9:46 AM -

Damn. The first time I actually knew one of these, and I get beaten to the punch.

gravatar EV - November 26, 2007 - 12:38 PM -

I can't sit with my back to the room either. They should just make restaurants like movie theaters, with food at individual trays.

gravatar katie - November 28, 2007 - 10:16 PM -

Pastries can have a sexual orientation without having actual sex, you know.

I was a regular at the crepe stand on Rue Cler in Paris. A year after my study abroad there, I went back with my dad on a trip, and took him to the crepe stand. The guy recognized me and asked where I had been!

In DC I was a regular at the Cosi cafe and the Teaism at Dupont Circle. I ate at one of the two almost every Friday for a year and a half.

gravatar srah - November 28, 2007 - 10:18 PM -

Okay. I'm not sure they have sexual desire then.

Teaism!

gravatar Aunt Pat - November 29, 2007 - 12:21 PM -

I can just picture your family dancing around the table! LOL

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