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I think I’ve finally made the big time here in San Francisco. 

Nope – I have yet to grace the society pages in the S.F. Chronicle. I still have to wait my turn behind the velvet rope outside nightclubs. And telemarketers continue to ask for “Mich-elle Schro-eder” when phoning everyday (and I do mean, everyday…).

No, I’ve officially “made it” because earlier tonight, while dining at the Sushi Rock in Nob Hill, I didn’t have to say a single word, and my server knew exactly what I wanted. Before I even sat down, my waiter asked if I wanted “my usual,” and with a simple nod of my head, the server was off to fetch two California rolls and a side of chicken teriyaki.

Nevermind the fact I eat at that particular Sushi Rock 2-3 times a week, and order the same exact thing each time. (OK – that’s probably the only reason why the waiter knew what I wanted.)  But for those fifteen seconds, when the server knew what I wanted and was quick to please, my last name may well have been Clooney, Pitt or Obama… At Sushi Rock, I had become the man.

In hindsight, if I really was the man, Sushi Rock wouldn’t have charged me $15 for my meal, or sat me arm’s length from the men’s room. I probably wouldn’t have been eating at Sushi Rock at all, as I likely would have been sampling the fare at upscale spots like Gary Danko or Fleur de Lys.

Regardless, it was still a great feeling to know that someone knew who I was, or at the very least, remembered what I’d like to eat. And if just this simple recollection by a waiter could bring this much joy to my life, imagine what others might feel when we ourselves recall their likes, dislikes, professions, hobbies, preferred cocktails… even their names. Is there anything more flattering? Doubt it.

Of course, this could also be a sign I should start eating my California rolls elsewhere, or, Heaven forbid, order something else.