Dinner this evening at Sophia’s. Server sets down the saucer for the olive oil and bread. She leaves a fingerprint smear of balsamic vinegar on it and instead of cleaning it or replacing the plate, says, “Oh don’t worry about that, it’s just a little balsamic.” Mind you, there’s no balsamic in the Sophia’s dipping oil, it’s just olive oil and pepper (which we had to ask for, she didn’t offer it).
I made her replace the plate. I didn’t want to be looking at her finger smear of balsamic while I was dipping my bread. I could tell she thought I was being ridiculous.