Dinner at the Hotel

After my phone interview, I decided to stay in the hotel for the night. I ate at La Table Restaurant on the terrace. There were 5 men sitting alone, 5 couples, and 2 women sitting alone (me being one of them). There were four large trees covering the sky and lights strung all around. It really was quite pretty and I was not expecting it.

I did well with the French for a while but then the waiter needed to know my room number. I knew how to say one hundred but was stuck on the fifty part so I just said “one fifty-nine” he laughed and repeated it; then showed me what he wrote to make sure he got it correct. Then he asked for my name and spelled it “Ste…” and he stopped. Apparently it is not a common name here. Then he asked for my phone number, said no, laughed and walked off. He was the main guy taking care of me although in the restaurants all of the waiters serve and help all of the tables (sine they do not work for tips). He told me the plat of the day and I got that (chicken with veggies in a curry sauce). It was okay, forced myself to eat the whole thing as I knew I needed the food.

Another guy came by to ask if I was done. I said yes; no coffee not dessert and he took my ticket and left. Was I supposed to pay? Was it put on my room tab? I had heard the female serving speaking English to someone earlier and grabbed her and asked if I could leave. She smiled and said yes, I would pay when I checked out of the hotel. C’est bon.