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And this idea, of having a café-area and a seperate cat-lounge, is awesome!! No cat café in Germany got his, actually.
In six states (so far) here in the U.S. there is a restaurant chain called Lazy Dog. When they first opened here in southern California back in 2003 customers were allowed to bring their dogs into the restaurant as long as they were well-behaved and didn't become a nuisance (the dogs, that is, not the customers). It wasn't long before the indoor area of the restaurants was restricted to service dogs/animals only, but you can still bring your dog(s) with you if you're eating in the outdoor patio area. They even have a dog menu so their canine customers hopefully won't be begging for samples at other customers' tables.And this idea, of having a café-area and a seperate cat-lounge, is awesome!! No cat café in Germany got his, actually.
And about popcorn.
I never comprehended the popcorn-thing in cinema. I don't like the crumbles on the carpet and on my shoes, I don't like the smell (!) from the carpet, I don't like the cups, I don't like popcorn-munching people, I don't like the trivial taste of it and did I already mention, that I don't like the crumbles?
The good thing about it:
It's too expensive for the german kids, hooray!
But you're a New Englander! "Blazer" is (or rather was) Bostonian for that immensely useful appliance, the chafing dish. I cannot imagine why they are not in common use today.Put the butter in the blazer? That must run up an awful dry-cleaning bill.
Hard to make a theatre a paying proposition without concessions when the distributor, the studio, and building maintenance take up most of the ticket revenue. Contrary to popular opinion, theatre workers can't survive without getting paid for the work they do. Most of us barely survive even when we get paid for the work that we do.
What really fills me with contempt are the people who think it's "sticking it to the man" when they sneak in their own snacks. The greasy SOBs who do this are stealing the food off my table, and when I catch them in the act it's all I can do not to spit in their faces.
Hard to make a theatre a paying proposition without concessions when the distributor, the studio, and building maintenance take up most of the ticket revenue. Contrary to popular opinion, theatre workers can't survive without getting paid for the work they do. Most of us barely survive even when we get paid for the work that we do.
What really fills me with contempt are the people who think it's "sticking it to the man" when they sneak in their own snacks. The greasy SOBs who do this are stealing the food off my table, and when I catch them in the act it's all I can do not to spit in their faces.
And here I thought going to the theater was supposed to be about seeing a show. Guess not. Someone who is tempted to spit in your face, I think, wouldn't think twice about spitting in a WAY overpriced bucket of popcorn, which is another reason to never buy concessions. Wonder why DVDs and streaming media are such a popular option these days? Thank you just the same, I think I'd rather stay home and eat my own popcorn.
When I'm theatre, I would cook a huge pot of goulash soup every day.
One cuppie = 5 Euro.
Brötchen (for dunking) = 0,50 Euro
Let's see, how long the carpet survive...
Hard to make a theatre a paying proposition without concessions when the distributor, the studio, and building maintenance take up most of the ticket revenue. Contrary to popular opinion, theatre workers can't survive without getting paid for the work they do. Most of us barely survive even when we get paid for the work that we do.
What really fills me with contempt are the people who think it's "sticking it to the man" when they sneak in their own snacks. The greasy SOBs who do this are stealing the food off my table, and when I catch them in the act it's all I can do not to spit in their faces.
It's the arrogant attitude of entitlement that exudes from the kind of people who sneak food in that has me dreaming of expectoration. Another example -- we had a couple last night that plopped their entitled backsides into seats in a section designated by the handicapped-access sign. A patron in a wheelchair needed to sit in that section. The couple was politely asked to relocate. "Like hell I will," was the response from the able-bodied middle-aged over-entitled jackass husband, as the able-bodied, middle-aged, over-entitled jackass wife kicked her shoes off and spread her grimy, scuzzy feat on the upholstery. And these weren't kids -- they were sixty if they were a day.
I don't care how much money somebody spends for a ticket, that purchase doesn't entitle them to do anything they damn well please once they're on the inside. I have absolutely no respect -- underlined -- no respect for people like this, and I look forward to refunding their money and kicking them to the curb.
When we catch food-smugglers, we confiscate it at the door. The building has a clearly posted sign -- NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR BEVERAGES -- and anyone who willfully defies that rule is fair game to have their stuff seized. I've confiscated, not just popcorn, but beer, whiskey, vodka, pizza -- one lovely specimen actually *ordered a pizza for delivery to the theatre during the show* -- and on one spectacular occasion a full take-out fish dinner that a well-dressed patron was hiding under his raincoat. I told this "gentleman" he could enjoy his meal on the sidewalk and come in and see the show after he was done, and his response was "But I'll miss half of it." I then offered to keep the food in the refrigerator and he could collect it after the show. "But it'll be cold."
Entitled, entitled, entitled. And the worst part of it is, anybody who works customer service in any field can offer even worse examples of the swaggering I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT WHEREVER I WANT attitude that characterizes the 21st Century consumer public. Expectoration fantasies are mild in comparison to what such ones really deserve.
better off just filling up pig troughs at the ticket office
I'm not a food smuggler, at least I wasn't when I was a theater goer, but where do you draw the line? Chewing gum, breath mints, cough drops? And yes, if there is a reasonably visible sign, then the expectation should be clear to everyone.
if you want "respect" from clerks, servers, drivers, attendants, and all the rest of us, then you'd better see to it that you behave in a respectable manner.