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| - Ish is about to get wordy, y'all.
Here's the situation: Mother, Father, Aunt, Uncle are visiting from Nova Scotia, staying at the Sheraton. Walkable dinner location for a meat & potatoes group? Pretty obvious. We head to The Keg at 8pm.
Waiting area is crammed - but it's a Friday night. Of course. Lady hands me a spaceship beeper and we're lucky to score a just-abandoned table in the bar.
Then things got a little awkward. 2002 R&B blasting on the speakers, loud financial young bucks talking loudly in our peripherals. Not the ideal scene for a group of 50+ maritimers who unironically enjoy truck stop dining (which, as an aside, I also happen to enjoy A LOT). However, once some cocktails started flowing, everyone got comfortable and perhaps I even saw some head-nodding to the beats, Auntie Cynde?
Anyway. Fast-forward 45 minutes later and we still haven't been seated. No biggie, but I went to ask for an ETA on our table. The hostess apologized and said it shouldn't be much longer. Minutes later, Mr. Manager himself came to apologize - insisted that he was working on getting us a table asap, and PLEASE, will we have some appetizers while we wait? He even kneeled down to our eye level. Real this-guy-knows-how-to-be-a-Manager type stuff.
They whisked us off to a table and almost immediately filled our faces with apps (1 more than we ordered). From then, things were unbelievable. Our waitress was perfect - just chatty enough and checked in on us with just the right frequency. Mr. Manager would ensure everything was perfect, even checking with the kitchen that the prime rib was to my Dad's "blue rare" liking. (*shudder*) Just wonderful, wonderful service.
See, it warmed the cockles of my heart that The Keg staff are so accommodating - we didn't even mind sitting at the bar for 45 minutes, but they did everything in their power to make the rest of our evening run seamlessly. It seems that in many cases, people get that kind of treatment when they complain, but to know that they still take care of the easy-going folk is brilliant.
(Minus one star for the King street crowd - when it comes to atmosphere, I mos def prefer the Mansion!)
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