Back from a lovelier than lovely meal with Mr. Cason Murphy. When I arrived, I asked to be seated at a booth. At that time there were four empty booths. I was told that they had to hold those for larger parties and I said, "Oh, you're expecting larger parties - hope they arrive." We were seated at a small table for two, which I hate, being a semi-claustrophobe at all. Moments later, people at a booth left, and that meant there were five open booths, then six. Then a party of three came in and it was back to five. It remained at five throughout most of the meal, then they began seating couples at booths, three booths' worth to be exact. I'd had enough of that particular show, so I confronted the hostess - she got very uppity and said those people had reservations - I basically told her she was full of crap and that I'd be happy to go over to their tables and ask. She apologized and said it was "orders from on high" and I said horse manure and she suggested next time that I call and reserve a booth. I said there probably won't be a next time. Tomorrow, I call the manager and explain to him the situation and reality.
