When social media joined in our lives, the way we eat in restaurants and the way they serve also changed like many things.
While a waiter’s main duty was serving the food prepared in the kitchen, now taking photographs is also their responsibility. And for the customers a “selfie stick” and “GoPro” became the essentials.
If I say nowadays we see the smart phones of customers in the hands of waiters nearly as much as plates, I wouldn’t be exaggerating. After sitting down and the table is full, it is inevitable to ask the waiter for a photograph.
Photos that are taken while giving a toast as a way to say “Look how much fun we are having” are just ordinary now. Of course these spectacular photos are not the product of the waiter’s single touch. “Is the angle right?” “Is the lighting correct?” but most important of all “did all of the ladies in the table look beautiful?” are just a few of the questions that cause that phone to go from hand to hand until someone says again or ok.
While the plates are prepared in the kitchen, customers discuss how photogenic they are and dishes on the table go cold. But nobody cares. Because the cooler the dishes on the table, the skinnier girls around the table and the more joyful conversation it is, the more “likes” the photo gets. Moreover the hashtags “how fast and wonderful a life I have” are pumped under every photo.
While the dishes wait, the waiter is pumped as a famous photographer by the comments of customers saying “wow this looks great”. Let’s take a selfie to get approval of our beauty with new likes.
What about the food? We’ll eat it eventually.
And all of a sudden the waiter, who is now sure that he is an accomplished photographer, says “Let me take a selfie as well”. The cook in the kitchen goes “look at the plate I just prepared, let me take a photo of that” and he puts the hashtag #foodporn to rock the world. The owner is not just sitting there of course. He “reposts”, “retweets”, “likes” and so on.
You’re still thinking “What about the food?” We’ll eat it sometime just wait.
Let me just take a photo of my freshly manicured hand holding the fork, my watch deliberately showing under my sleeves while I hold a glass, even my new shoes. Then we can eat.
Excuse me waiter! What’s the wifi password?