Some of the pan-pizza places around here not only take reservations but encourage you to pre-order if you’re getting a stuffed pizza. It took me a while to realize this is more about their interest in turnover than customer convenience.
While Red Lobster and Olive Garden are corporate siblings, their reservation policy is different.
According to their FAQ, they don’t take reservations, although they do “call ahead seating”, which further googling shows is a same-day thing where you can call when you are on your way to get your name on the list.
“Do you take Reservations?
“Most Olive Garden locations seats on a first-come, first served basis. Some locations are testing call-ahead seating – please contact your restaurant directly to find if this option is available there.”
Most restaurants are happy to take some sort of reservations if you call ahead for a group of 8 or more, especially if they have to push tables together to seat that many people together. You may not get seated immediately when you get there, but it should be faster than if you hadn’t called ahead.
As for Mom’s frustration, I feel that same way any time I’m dumb-enough to get involved with planning a get-together for ANY group of ANY age and gender. People don’t RSVP, they don’t show up, they show up with extra people, they go to the wrong place and/or on the wrong night, they complain about the place you chose, they show up hours late without calling/texting (after you gave up their seat to someone else). So Mom’s frustration may seem inordinate, but it’s actually cumulative.
Connie’s actually frustrated by the Groundhog’s Year issue of Jeremy being 16 years old all over again after each birthday. I really don’t think I could have handled a full decade of each of my kids being 16.
Hey, at least Connie didn’t go into a thoroughly disproportionate rage, the way comic strip parents so often do (there was one time I thought Elly Paterson was going to murder her daughter over an unmade bed)
In classic comic strip clueless parent tradition, Connie is a child psychologist. This adds that extra level of hilarity to the miscommunication and complete inability to understand that her unvarying single-track approach creates.
Actually, Jeremy has been slowly progressing through high school since the strip started with him as a 15-year-old freshman. He’s moved through being a sophomore and getting his license and is now apparently a junior.