On VIPs

From Management:
"In the wine cellar will be Barbara White, who booked the 300 person convention with three daily banquet meals for this entire long weekend. Treat her well."
"On 60, second seating, is a party of nine. Mr. Black owns a unit and has brought in three friends of equal means, any of whom is a potential buyer. Treat them well."
"Table 45: anniversary, so make sure they get the truffle plate.
"Table 72: birthday, same thing.
"Questions?"

From the Hostess:
"The General Manager just reminded me that the guy on 54 is the health inspector."
"I'm booking Patrick Dempsey on 50 for tonight, okay? VIP."

From Bar:
"Just a heads-up: that super-ammended burger I just put in is for Quentin Tarantino's sister while he talks with his ski coach."

From Chef:
"Table 77 wants WHAT?"
"Burger, gem lettuce salad for the bun, side of veg instead of fries. Charge what you will."
"Charge my ass!"
"Don't make me get medieval--it's for THE Tarantinos."
"Your medieval can suck it--Michael Bauer is on 41 [San Francisco food critic] and the couple on 43 are super close to Traci [de Jardin, celebrity chef owner of the restaurant]. My hands are kinda tied."

From another department:
"Hey, one of the most influential politicians in the 20th C and his wife decided not to eat in, so they'll be down. Look for a couple named Jones."
Sitting in the cold, dark table in the corner held by the inexperienced server.... Thought he looked familiar.

Welcome to the Ritz.