Babs misses a beat

Just this morning, Q and I were talking about this blog. I said there are just some places in town that I world not even consider to put on here- service is ok but we love the place so much and know the servers, we can overlook slow or forgetful instances. On that list for me was Coccia House.

Until tonight.

Now, I know, Woostertonians, you either love or hate Coccia House pizza. You don't go there for anything but pizza. Tell me the last time you even ordered something from the menu, let alone LOOKED at a menu! Tonight, we were served by Fannie Brice herself. From the get go she was an efficient server, we had our order ready, got that put in, drinks came, awesome pizza- good times all around.

So you are saying, "A, where's the beef? What has your panties in a bunch?"

We were given our bill - 2 small pizzas, drinks for 7 - super price. We gather our things to leave- mind you, we had 4 kids with us. I go to pay the bill, writing a check (I know!) and I had not yet finished writing my name and Hawkeyed Babs is peering down, after not seeing a tip on the table. As Q shuffled the kids out the door, I turn to look and Babs is staring down the guy who was at the cash register as he hands her our tip.

Now, had we left the table a disaster - and that is totally possible with 4 kids, 2 pizzas, sodas after 9pm but we left that table pretty damn good, save the fork that fell on the floor. It just rattled my cage that she was so fast on the draw to find her tip.