Son is a night owl; I've written about it before. He is perfectly comfortable in the night, coming in at odd hours in the early morning or going out after midnight to grab a bite to eat. Even after a late night, he will get up if he has to early in the morning to get to work, but I can see in his eyes that he needs a few more hours of sleep, but that is youth, they somehow struggle through their day with energy we used to have, but no longer have, especially at my age.
It is not unusual for him to eat at late hours too. He is not a breakfast eater, even if he has to be at work at 8 o'clock in the morning and often will go all day without eating, only to eat three meals between the hours of 5 p.m. and 2 o'clock in the morning. He tries to be respectful and quiet when he is putting meals together in the middle of the night; occasionally I will wake up and smell this or that cooking and see the remnants of leftovers the next morning. I wrote about it on my previous blog a few years back.
I play a game with him in that I try to guess what he ate the night before in the morning when I get up and head to the kitchen. I'm usually the first one up so I see any residuals left. He is great about cleaning up what he cooks and what he eats, but he does leave the recyclables on the counter to take out in the light of day or sometimes crumbs in the sink or things in the trash that I can put together what he made. Sometimes he'll go out and grab something from a taco shop or whatnot in the middle of the night and I'll see leftovers in the fridge or little sauce packets. Sometimes I look and I can't find any clues of what he ate, those are the nights that he might not have eaten or had something like a bowl of cereal.
Sometimes he'll bring home food after he goes up to see his girlfriend and they went out to eat, so I'll see the "doggy bag" (or container) in the fridge and I'll peek in to see what he had ordered.
So imagine my surprise when this past Sunday morning I go out to the kitchen area and saw a bag marked with the name of the restaurant he valets for on the weekends. Fancy bag. I opened the fridge and there are four containers of leftover food from this steak house restaurant. A half steak in one of them, mashed potatoes and creamed spinach in another, bread in a third, and in a little square box tied with a ribbon were three chocolate truffles.
So my inquisitive mind is trying to put this together. He valeted the night before and was supposed to be off his shift at 10:30 p.m. but I didn't hear him coming home until after 1 o'clock. So I'm thinking "did he take someone out for a date and have leftovers?" Did he get a meal because someone ordered and forgot to pick it up and it was extra and they gave it to the valet? He knows several of the waitresses there. Did one give him something extra?
So I'm waiting for him to get up so I can ask him about the meal. When he comes out, getting ready to head up to his girlfriend's for he spends Sundays with her, I ask him how he ended up with the leftovers from ...........(the name of the restaurant). It is a pretty upscale restaurant; heck we looked at the menu on line and knew it was not in our budget.
He said he started talking with a patron at the restaurant about this and that and the patron asked if he had ever had a steak from the place. Son said "no". Patron asked if he wanted one. Son said "no that's okay" but patron said "I'll buy you one" and proceeded to go back into the restaurant and place an order for their bone-in rib eye steak and paid for it. A little bit later the steak was ready and the cooks added the mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, bread and truffles. Son ate 1/2 of the meal and left the rest for us to taste and share.
Oh my gosh. The steak melted in your mouth. The creamed spinach I could have eaten a bowl of. The truffles. I wish there were a dozen of them!
Definitely very tasty and worth the price charged.
I asked son what kind of car the man had that bought him the meal. He said "oh he didn't valet with us". He was just out there with a friend, having eaten there, and just started talking to son. (Son said he was weaving a bit like he was a bit tipsy from drinking too much).
Definitely a very nice kind gesture. Definitely a delicious gesture.