We received a check along with a Christmas card with the message that we should spend the Christmas money on a date night BEFORE CHRISTMAS. So, Kenric and I had dinner at a rather new and fancy restaurant in town called Olive and Citrus at the corner of Olive and Citrus streets; and used our Christmas money towards the meal.

The manager, in her heavy French accent, asked a few times if everything was OK and if we had any feedback for her to improve. She seemed really earnest and sincere. The food was great; the steak was especially good. Over the course of dinner, there were multiple things that we thought could be more efficient. We wrote those ideas on a doily, practically filling up both sides.

On our way out, we told the manager that we had a few suggestions and that they were definitely not complaints. We reiterated that we were giving her the feedback simply because she asked multiple times.

“Oui! Oui!”

She nodded in agreement as we presented each suggestion to her and she was very appreciative. We made it clear again that the food was great and the server was pleasant. With pride, she said, “I know. We just need to improve our technique!” She was right. The place was great and the small tweaks we recommended will make dining there an even better experience.

“Bon nuit!” Kenric said.

“Bon nuit, Sir!”

Back in the car, Kenric giddily declared, “We’ll come back in two months to see if there’s any improvement.”

“We can’t afford to come back for years!” That’s sad, but not as sad as being home by 8:27 pm.

Thank you, Santas! We spent your money and paid it forward to that manager in our weird way!

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