New Yorkers talk about hailing cabs. I live in Rio, therefore, I talk about hailing waiters.
I was bitching to my parents while in the US about how impractical the whole waiting system is in restaurants. So the waiters are supposed to read my mind and show up when I need them. That or essentially live up my ass the entire time I'm eating at their establishment. I mean, I know it's warm and cozy in there but it really is quite distracting.
In Rio de Janeiro, that is so not the case. You could practically throw a roll at a waiter without being offensive. Hell, that's what they get for flirting with the hostess as opposed to checking in with you.
But it works. We went out for lunch today, after a morning at the pool. I lifted my hand up and snapped. It felt so damn good. In the states, I was holding myself back like a 13 yr old boy in a PG13 movie. Finally, I got to let it out and hail the waiter.
People, I've got stuff to do and things to eat. Why am I waiting around for him to notice me. I never did it with boys, why do it with food.
And you know what, he hopped right over and took our order. No harm, no foul. When we forgot to ask for the 900 ml bottle of beer and had to call him back, he smiled. Then again, my husband told him we had forgotten the most important part of the meal. I think it's a Brazilian thing.
Now if only people would come and serve me when I hailed them at home. A girl can dream, can't she!