In one day, happened to me an extraordinary event. It is with a capital letter. It was a typical summer evening, the restaurant was nearly empty and it was not so hot. I went a couple – she a blonde, he – apparently the Turks. It theoretically could be someone you like, but what is written in her passport, in the column “nationality” – guess threw too much probability of making a mistake.

Garson moved away to serve other customers, so personally I go to meet the guests a friendly smile, while on the go pondering on what language to start a conversation. My Turkish is far from perfect, so I chose a win-win – English. Said hello, wished each other a pleasant evening. See off to the table, I give two menus in English, after which the Turks deep into his study (in our case there is something to read), but his companion a few puzzled, questioning look at me. About a minute, we silly smiles, and then I make up my mind to speak in Russian, I guessed the young lady from Novorossiysk, and her companion – a local. It is his chance: “My friend, the restaurant owner Ev».

Ev (in translation – “House”) – the most popular, one of the first restaurants in Alanya, is open all year, even in summer, even in the offseason – free tables there is almost never there. Even the book does not always save, room great, but that is not elastic, so of course, denied me, and not a permanent client, lover of steaks with a decade of experience.

I would say that such a visitor for me, worse than any inspection. Checks in Turkey, of course, there are, but the local police and SES workers, compared with our colleagues just kids. But the view of human understanding in this business for absolutely everything, I can just destroy. Suffice it to say somewhere between a word: “I was in this your” Bison “- rare stuff” – that’s all. Pakuy suitcases. Such abandoned in passing sentence, the small resort town, even sound very specific: “Get out of the profession!”.

Meanwhile, my guests decided, and make an order drinks, Russian menu. Quickly explain the staff, what we have a visitor. Of course we all always try, but this time we dropped this exam.

After this work was in full swing, the kitchen all the sizzling-rages, a mill for the ice at the bar scraping claws, howl blenders. The order is ready and the pair proceeded to dinner. Apparently they all like it. I gasped. But after just an hour, as my “inspector”, casually beckons me to him: do sit down, say, the conversation is. I went stiff-legged, lights up with the third attempt. Meanwhile, he began his speech:

– You have a good kitchen – his fingers, he said. – You have a great bar. I’m no longer a drunk “honest” drinks, beautifully presented – this is important. I hear you’re a bad person. Your guy – a nod in the direction of the waiter – well done. But the restaurant – lousy.

The sentence was just right to hang. But at the last moment on I thought surged. Actually, why I have to agree with him? Who is he?

– Explain! – I insist.

– Quite simply – says a colleague. – His line you do not have, but without the line – you’re nobody, and no restaurant and the staff of yours, cook, bartender, go away, when it comes to them. Simply, they are stupid, think again you pay on time – so all is well. And it is not.