...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) There's these repeat customers of this (South Asian from South Asia) mom and dad and their two (Americanized) kids who are both (dark skinned) like the (dad) -- a (younger) (quieter) (quite passive personality-ed) (pre-teen) boy and a (teenage) girl who has big "roll her eyes" energy at her parents -- and, especially in comparison to the (quiet) and (passive) (dark-skinned) dad, the mom is just this (lighter-skinned) and perky and vivacious thing who's just sharp and quick, and after they try out a new appetizer that I'd recommended to them before, I come to the table to check on them, and after I ask them "How's the summer roll?", the mom throws out her hands and gestures to to all of their empty dishes and is like, "What summer roll?!", as she beams a mischievous smile (i.e., we ate it so quickly, it doesn't even exist anymore).
2) There's this gigantic group of (college-age) (South Asian-American) students who make a reservation for a farewell party for one of their friends, and we have two long tables set up, and it turns out that the women sit separately from the men, the way they trickle in.
And, I hear them commenting on how the tables are separated by gender, so, the next time I'm over by the women's table, I'm like, "How are things at the adult table?".
The guys's table is also very loud, and you can tell when their food is finally served, since they suddenly quiet down, since suddenly they're chowing down and they all have food in their mouths and can't talk anymore.
3) Two (younger) (college student age?) (South Asian from South Asia) customers come in and order three entrees -- including two more expensive ones -- and have a couple of Thai iced teas and have a long and leisurely meal, and the one who pays sets the credit card receipt tray over at the far edge of the table, so we can't see it as they sit there and we drop by to clear dishes.
(A $2 tip, on an $89 bill.)
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