My Mother-in-Law Brought 38 Friends to My Restaurant and Ordered $23,289 of Food—She Stopped Smiling When I Put the Folder Beside Her Bill
Perfect.
Gavin appeared with a leather folio.
“Mrs.
Carlisle, because this is a group of thirty-nine, we need a host acknowledgment for the kitchen and bar.”
Beatrice barely looked at it.
“What nonsense is this?”
“Just confirms the host is responsible for the group check unless individual payment is requested.”
She waved her hand.