Someone I met today is a waiter.

"Hey, I know you, you also work at MW!"
"That's right. You found me!"

He gave me a high-five.

A month ago, my friends and I went to MW for their Afternoon Tea. It was pretty fun, but our waiter was a pretty serious and proper guy. While of average height, he was stocky, and his cheeks drooped slightly. His well manicured beard and perfectly combed hair added to the sternness that his uniform afforded him. When he spoke, it was less casual than any place I've ever dined at here... addressing my companions and me as a "miss." He was so calculated in his movements, you'd think you were at a fancy French restaurant. We were not, but it was appropriate for that particular restaurant.

Last night, we were at REAL: A Gastropub... A considerably more casual location. Similar to a dive bar, this was no place for a man of such manners... And yet here he was.