If I owned a restaurant every seat in the house would be comfortable, there would be a jug of wine on every table, and people could stay all night. Some of the fancy places are all steel and glass with industrial lighting and frantic music playing so you eat and run. One guy told me about table turning and how the bean counters figure out how long people will stay and try to make them get in and get out fast. I avoid those places like the plague because you can’t even remember what you ate. It’s a beehive of activity with people rushing around and constant noise and all the customers telling each other how lucky they were to get a reservation. I would pay money not to go through all that torture. I would have dark wood everywhere and have dim lighting and lamps on every table so customers could make it as bright as they wanted. There would be booths too so people could really make themselves at home. I would get to know all the customers and sit at a table in the corner to check things out and make sure everyone was happy. The staff would have snappy outfits and we would have a staff dinner at the end of the day so they would be happy too. There would be a bar too so regulars could hang out and drink up and complain about life. I guess I wouldn’t make much money but I would be having too much fun to care.