Lauren, my good friend (and former roommate), and I have the same birthday. The other day we spoke and she told me that her girlfriend, Julie, took her to Citronelle, the prominent D.C. restaurant, to celebrate. (Side note: my brother bought me, for my birthday, “Happy in the Kitchen” the new book by Citronelle chef (and culinary icon) Michele Richard. I love it!)
“How was it?” I asked.
“It was great,” she said. “We thought it would be really stuffy, but it wasn’t.”
“The service,” she continued, “was the best part. Sometimes when we go out and it’s just the two of us we get treated differently than if we’re with a man or a bigger group. But they treated us really well.”
This ties in nicely with this recent article from the New York Post. (Thanks, Megnut.) According to Tim Zagat (who’s quoted in the article): “Overwhelmingly, people say men are treated better than women [at restaurants.]”
I’m curious how my readers feel about this issue. Ladies, do you get treated differently at restaurants when you’re with other women than you do when you’re with men? Or is this just a lot of fuss about nothing? Inquiring minds want to know.
