#right restaurant

[beansnpeets]

Thinking about human behaviour compared to animal behaviour again.

It's funny to hear people (the older gens) complaining that "kids these days are lazy, they don't wanna work, etc." What do we get for busting our asses? There is no reward. Many will never own homes. Many are unemployed, trying to find work, and nobody will hire them because they don't have a million years experience and a masters degree OR they want people to work for minimum wage??? People are giving up because there is no reward. Why would we do all this for nothing?

Same as a dog that won't recall when you haven't reinforced it with a reward. Your dog isn't going to do what you tell it to if there is no incentive. No, your dog SHOULDN'T listen just because you're boss and it should respect you. That isn't how it works. They don't think that way. And honestly neither do people.

When we went hiking Sprocket wasn't always taking treats gently from me when I recalled her or she checked in and I rewarded and my one friend told me to stop giving her treats. I told him I won't work for free so why should she. And he said "I do things for free all the time because I want to do them," and I didn't say it then, but I wish I had, but if you like doing it, that's the incentive. It's a self-rewarding behaviour. Just like anything else a dog does, like chasing a squirrel or sniffing things or getting into the trash. Heeling instead of going off to sniff stuff or recalling off of something they want to chase is something you have to reinforce. You have to give them something better so they make the choice you want them to make. They won't make it just because they *respect* you. They won't willingly recall off of exciting prey out of RESPECT. You need to give them a tangible reward for that. You cannot possibly expect your dog to listen just because and then punish them for disobeying you.

Yeah, Sprocket bit my fingers a couple times. The one time pretty hard. But she was excited. She knows how to take gently and I reminded her and she tried very hard to be gentle most of the time. I wasn't going to stop rewarding her for checking in with me and recalling while we were off leash hiking in the woods. I want her to know that coming back to me is good and in the event of an emergency I would like her to not blow me off.

#barkin up some trees #personal #the way my friends train their dog is not the way I would ever train a dog #in fairness he isnt food or toy motivated #and i dont have issues with ecollars #but they dont actually reward him for anything really #praise but little to nothing else #like yeah of course he is gonna blow you off to jump in the lake #lake is more rewarding than recalling to you when you have nothing to offer him in return #the way they recall him is that he has to come to them and then give a hand boop #and if he doesn't make contact they keep asking him until he does it #and then no reward #other than praise #which he doesnt seem to really care that much about #idk it just doesnt feel right the way they train him and i dont take advice from them on training #they also basically never have him on a leash even tho it is required by law in town #after the hike we went to the lodge restaurant and luckily we had an extra lead in the truck #otherwise they hadnt even brought one along so they were gonna leave him in their car while we ate #idk like i love my friends and they are nice people but jesus christ

[paperultra]

service with a smile!

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 1,726 words Warnings: Swearing, violence, verbally/physically abusive customer, reader has a brief panic attack

eccedentesiast (noun): someone who fakes a smile

It’s six-thirty in the evening at the Baratie. The customers are ravenous, the kitchen is in the weeds, and you’re wearing a snake-like trail into the floor of the restaurant delivering drinks and dishes when the sound of snapping fingers pricks your ears.

“Waiter!”

Twisting your neck around, you spot the man at table four waving you over.

You quickly make your way to him with a bright smile. “Yes? What can I do for you?”

The man gestures to the plate in front of him, disgust clear on his face. “I said I wanted my steak medium-well.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” you reply. Leaning over slightly to check, your eyebrows knit together as you stare at the slice of meat pushed to the edge of the plate. “… It seems to be medium-well, though?”

“No,” he snaps. Light glints sharply off the many rings on his fingers as he pointedly prods at the center of the slice with his knife. “It still has some pink in it, see? I can’t eat this.”

“Well, sir,” you mentally roll your eyes up to the ceiling, though your gaze remains attentive and apologetic, “Here in our restaurant, medium-well steak will still have a little bit of pink. We could bring it back to the kitchen and have it cooked until it’s well done, if you’d like. It’d take no more than five minutes.”

“I don’t like well done steak. It’s too dry.”

Oh, god.

“I see. Well, we could still bring it back to the kitchen and see what the cooks can do.”

The man clicks his tongue. “Fucking hell.” Sneering, he drops his steak knife and pushes the plate towards you. “Fine. Go. I’m not paying if you guys fuck it up again.”

“We’ll do our best.” Fuck you.

Nodding deferentially, you scoop up the plate and head off to the kitchen, smiling all the while.

“Carne!” you announce after you kick open the door, setting the steak on the pass and leaning over to catch the attention of the rotisseur. “Customer at table four says your steak is shit.”

“What?!”

“He wants it medium-well with no pink at all.” Carne swears and stomps over to fetch the steak. A slight movement in the corner catches your eye, and you look over at Sanji, who’s already looking at you as he pulls his suit jacket on. “Hey, chef.” A genuine grin stretches your face. “The old man kick you off the line again?”

“He slated my mixed paella,” Sanji replies, no small amount of irritation in his voice. It melts away quickly as he smirks and sends a wink your way. “But I’ll be seeing more of you out there, so maybe I should count my blessings.”

“There’s certainly one at table four right now.” Balancing three plates for table seven on one arm, you grab the fourth with your free hand.

Sanji hurries to hold the door open for you, frowning through the thank-you that flies from your mouth. “What else did they say?” he asks seriously. “Do they need to be kicked out?”

Despite the rush, your heart finds the time to skip a beat.

“Nah, not yet,” you assure. “Now hurry up!”

“[Y/n] –”

“Bye!”

As you pass him, your head held high, you hear Sanji sigh and chuckle in resignation.

You deliver the plates and check back with guests who have already gotten their food before returning to the kitchen. Table four’s well done medium-well steak with no pink is on the pass already when you go in, freshly garnished and by all appearances even more gorgeous than before.

Raising your eyebrows, you whistle. “Thanks, Carne! Love you!” you shout over the din of cooks before grabbing the plate.

“Kiss my ass!”

You laugh. One of the other waiters wishes you luck and pats your back as you exit.

You waste only a brief moment just outside the kitchen to take a deep breath and scan the restaurant. Sanji is at the far end, refilling waters and likely charming the eyelashes off a table of giggling young women. You’d kill to be on either side right now.

Closing your eyes, you recite the Baratie’s fourth employee guideline and then smile, stepping out into the dining area and walking over to table four.

The customer is God.

“Here you go, sir,” you say, placing the plate before him. “I’m sor –”

“This looks like shit.” The man hardly glances at the steak Carne had so painstakingly reprepared, choosing instead to glare at you. “I waited five whole minutes for this?”

The customer. Is. God.

Your teeth hurt. “Our rotisseur put in his best work to fix the mistake.”

“Well, he should be fired on the spot.”

“If you would just try it –”

The man suddenly slams his fist on the table and stands up, his face red, grabbing the attention of the surrounding guests as he throws the plate onto the ground.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WAITER!”

His hairy, meaty hand seizes the collar of your uniform.

Your perfect smile slips off your face.

“Get your hand off of me.”

The man doesn’t listen. He raises his other fist and swings it at your mouth instead.

You pull him down and knee him in the face before he even realizes that you’ve dodged.

Crunch. Warm blood splatters over your carefully ironed slacks.

“Augh!”

The man’s hands fly up to his nose. You shove him face-down to the ground and press your knee into his back, yanking his head up by his hair.

“I asked you to taste your fucking steak,” you breathe, tightening your grip. “I didn’t ask you to FUCKING TOUCH ME. OKAY?”

His groan bubbles quietly through bloodied teeth.

Your ears ring. You’re cold and your head is numb and your heart is racing, and you’re breathing, but it feels like you’re not getting enough air. You don’t move a muscle.

Above you, muffled and buried underwater, someone calls out your name.

A hand rubs your back gently. Your name is murmured again, and you finally blink, slowly twisting around to look up at Sanji.

“I think he got the message, sweetheart. Come on. The old man’ll take care of the rest.”

He places his hand over yours, coaxing you to let go of the man’s hair. It hurts, but you do it, and Sanji helps you stand afterwards.

“Come on,” he whispers. “We’ll wash dishes together until you feel better.”

“You’re supposed to be waiting tables,” you mumble. Your mouth is dry.

“You know I hate doing that anyway.”

He tucks you underneath his arm. You push your face into the front of his suit and smell the traces of his last smoke break as he guides you to the kitchen.

Washing dishes is a ritual you’ve had since you were a kid. While Sanji’s punishments had been anything that prevented him from cooking or flirting, yours were limited to washing dishes. You loathed the chore, and Zeff took note and made sure to stick you at the sinks whenever you got into trouble. You’d curse and splash and generally be a pain in the ass to the rest of the kitchen, but you scrubbed the dishes pretty damn well, and within an hour or two your anger would fizzle out and you’d be back to your usual self.

Over time, the chore became something that grounded you whenever you weren’t feeling too hot. It kept your hands busy, and sometimes Sanji would join you to chat and complain until Zeff decided that the two of you were just a little too happy in his kitchen and kicked one or both of you out.

“Washing or drying?” Sanji asks. He had tossed his jacket somewhere while you were thinking and is now holding out an apron for you to take.

“Washing.” You slip the apron on and roll up your sleeves.

Nobody bothers you or Sanji as you start working. You use a generous amount of soap, let the water heat up until it almost scalds your skin, and scrub each plate and bowl and utensil and glass until they’re better than new. Then you hand it off to Sanji, who carefully dries each item and puts them aside.

Eventually, you find your voice again.

“Sorry you had to come over and get me. I thought I could handle it.”

“No, I should’ve been there before it got too bad. I’m sorry.” Sanji meets your eyes, and his gaze softens into something sad. “What happened?”

Your shrug is so small you almost don’t feel it. “I was fine when he was yelling at me. But when he grabbed me by the collar, I just – I dunno. It surprised me real bad.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. Just wrinkled my shirt.” You bend your knee, feeling the stiffness of dried blood on your slacks, and pout. “And stained my pants.”

“He didn’t even land a hit, at the very least,” Sanji says. A corner of his mouth tilts up. “I’ve got to say, I’m quite impressed.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I impressed Black Leg Sanji by kneeing a customer in the face?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you fight a customer. You usually calm them right down.”

“Well, this one was a real shitbag. I’m surprised I haven’t had to do it sooner, to be honest.”

He shakes his head. “It shouldn’t be something you should ever have to do,” he tells you. “Not while I’m here. If I ever see that bastard again, I swear I’ll kill him.”

“My hero,” you say with a smile, kicking up one foot.

Sanji winks at you and, with towel and dish in hand, leans over slightly to kiss the side of your head. It’s an innocent and playful thing he’s started doing as of late, and it certainly has no underlying meaning whatsoever, so you make a show of scrunching up your face like you always do. You swear that your face only feels hot because of the steam.

“Until my dying breath,” he says softly.

Oh. It’s not so funny anymore.

You flick bubbles at him and resume washing the dishes. Sanji grins and resumes drying, and if you scoot closer until you feel his arm brush yours with every movement, well – that’s nobody’s business but yours.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #i've never worked at a restaurant rip #but to be fair the baratie lets the staff beat up terrible customers so accuracy doesn't have to be a priority here right ?? #live chef reaction while sanji and reader wash dishes lol

[tomwambsgans]

greg said actually i wanna take YOU out and I'M gonna pay for it

#also it's so cute how he says 'visited' instead of just 'been to' like you can tell he learned how to talk from tv #tomgreg #greg hirsch #which side are you on? #fr why is this part not talked about much beyond the Thor Loves Poptarts-ification of greg loving cpk #tom says my gf is out. so let's go out to dinner. the moment greg understands that it's a serious proposal he's SO excited #and it's clearly NOT for any notion of fine dining. he doesn't ask tom 'where are we going' #no. he wants to go out with TOM!! he has a restaurant in mind that's a treat for him and he's excited to share that with tom #i think he is feeling a tiny bit snubbed at the end by the way tom refuses to let greg have the upper hand #like tom asked him out and greg literally asked him out right back. and rather than be excited tom is like no I'M doing the asking out!! lo #but yknow ultimately tom has his own thing that he already really wanted to share with greg #he IS delighted that greg has unrefined tastes bc it means he gets to treat him. he gets to be the reason for greg's awe #also he just thinks it's cute imo #and greg took to it as much as one can when they've already been more or less forcefed (much like the ortolan he eats lol) #anyway. tom's need to feel in control is his detriment bc greg wanted to treat him to some cajun chicken linguine and then fuck him silly #mine

[twst-mer]

#hirasaka yuuka #mito yuuta #twst #twisted wonderland #book 2 manga #book 3 manga #i love the way yuuka is a judoka #how yuuka specializes in judo throws--and how that might even be a reference to the way simba throws scar #how part of the philosophy is about overcoming even significantly bigger opponents #how concept art literally says yuuka can lift jack with ease #speaking of jack--i love the way yuuta interacts with jack #laughs and gentle arm touches #how yuuta likely had to deal with a lot of different types in a restaurant and probably reads people like a book #tsundere expert #i wish yuuta wasnt treated so much as a gag character #if my read is right--jack & leona never criticize based on body at least #but a lot of things are gonna happen and could change in book 3 with savanaclaw so im both afraid and hyped #skipping school with jack #giving jack pointers while they work together in mostro lounge #JACK BRINGING YUUTA & GRIM TO SAVANACLAW AFTER THEY GO HOMELESS...SLEEPOVER WITH LEONa... #screaming all night with grim for leona to help them because its all or nothing on their last day in savanaclaw #leona eventually helping out and saying Sorry Azul. You're just not quite as dastardly a villain as Yuuta is. #pls #they bring out the essence of the dorms and foil the overblotters so well!! fave official yuu designs hands down

[zombilenium]

Ruins of a restaurant, Japan,

Photography by Toshibo

#art #photography #abandoned places #abandoned #urbexphotography #urbexsupreme #urbex #zombilenium #decay #japan #restaurant #ruins #toshibo #nature rights

[leclercskiesahead]

Them in their suits

#are they sure they are at the right restaurant. carlos is lost #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #also hi Isa?? #f1 #c2 #c square #charlos #Charles is looking at him while he tries to remember when exactly he made the reservation

[echofades]

You really are a happy-maker, you know that? JUDY & MICHELLE | DEAD TO ME (SEASON 3)

#dead to me #deadtomeedit #judy x michelle #wlwgif #wlwsource #judy hale #michelle gutierrez #dead to me spoilers #photoset #right #in my mind jen and judy and the boys all moved to sonoma for a fresh start #jen and judy raised the baby together and judy finally got to be the mother she always wanted to be #while she managed the restaurant with michelle #and they all lived happily ever after #xoxo

[rayandgay]

You get to watch movies and have pizza with me. Don't you like it? I do. That's good that you like it. This is it, Valentine's Day for you and me.

#between us #betweenusedit #between us the series #winteam #win x team #teamwin #team x win #bounprem #bl drama #bl series #thai bl #thai drama #asiandramasource #asianlgbtqdramas #lgbtedit #he's so right for the restaurant comment lmao #that's love actually #my gifs

[flowersnax]

you know when you give a cat like a fake version of the thing youre working on because they wanna feel included/help out but you dont want them like sitting on your keyboard or whatever

yeah

#peppino made him a lil fake laptop out of cardboard so he can feel included when peppino has to work on like restaurant business shit- #-or whatever on his laptop #he just sits there happily tapping away at the surface he doesnt really get it but its fun! #my art #pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower peppino #fake peppino #pizza tower fake peppino #i like that i can go kinda off model when drawing fake pep and it still looks right because hes weird and goopy and fucked up

[ghostbite0]

Ngl I love the baby 21 trio especially baby obanai he's so cute. The au gives me brain rot especially thinking about your baby hashira fic w little mui. So that's where I'm getting my inspiration for this thought: but mitsuri taking baby obanai out to a restaurant she and him have been before and people think he's her son especially bc they've seen her with obanai so they're like that's clearly his son 😅

especially with Obanai’s eyes oh its so over for them

the staff of the restaurant swarms Mitsuri like oh my god FINALLY we thought you two would never get together. where have you been hiding this baby from us huh. and where is the father anyway. is he tired of paying for your meals. is he letting his wife and child starve.

and Mitsuri is fighting for her LIFE trying to come up with a story thats literally impossible to believe because, again, Obanai’s eyes are a dead give away

#askbites #not artbites #tiny 21 trio au #obamitsu #if obanais not in baby mode hes absolutely mortified #insert hysterical baby babbling and squeaking #and all the staff members pausing #then going AWWWWW and going right back to cooding and coddling him #mitsuri is so red and flustered she can hardly eat #obanai has to find a new restaurant to take her to

[miredball]

THE BEAR social media part 11: community love

#the idea here is syd and carmy and The Bear are LOVED #in the first syd and carmy win outstanding chef together because apparently it is possible for both partners of a restaurant to win #in the second..sydney embroiders things for The Bear starting with little fish on her and carmys kitchen towels #then the bottom hem of like tina and marcus and nats aprons #in the third…carmy makes her homemade sprite because she got these star ice trays and he thought she’d think it’d be cute (he’s right) #also because of one other reason…. #in the fourth pic sydney is an active part of women cooks circles because women!!!!! #she brought Tina and Nat with her #HELLLOOO #im back!!!!!! I missed making these so much omg #happy saturday to those who celebrate and I will be back soon with more❤️ #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #sydney x carmy #sydcarmy #the bear fx #social media au #sydcarmy instagram #the bear

[rueririn]

Honestly, with how amazing the sets of the OP live action look, I’m starting to think One Piece is one of the few shows where being adapted into live action is actually very meta and appropriate. 

Because when it was a manga or anime, everyone always just said it was ‘too cartoony’ and childish and stuff and brushed it off as bad art or concept, but then Gear Five and Nika came at us to slap it in our faces that it was all the exact intention in the first place. It was always meant to be that cartoony, on purpose. 

I feel the LA really just drives in that Luffy was always supposed to be this bizzare, weirdly cartoony character in a world where none of it is normal, you know? And it does that better than the anime does (because anime art helps with a suspension of disbelief and all.) 

During the whole East Blue saga, all his enemies screamed and freaked out at the sight of him because why is his face stretching like that? That’s so creepy, get him away from me! And it’s just so incredibly ironic that the initial public audience reception to LA Luffy stretching is disgust. Like, ‘ew that’s so weird-looking!’ or that the CGI was bad. 

It’s so ironic, because that’s exactly it! That’s exactly what they’re trying to do! That’s exactly what the Gomu Gomu no mi is supposed to make you feel! 

#one piece #one piece spoilers #i saw the baratie set and was so impressed it actually looked like a cool cruise #then i realized it was the canon one that was so cartoony #i had to readjust my perception of reality for a second because oh right thats what a cruise restaurant would actually look like #the way nika works is so bizzarely meta because now we are all so used to the stretching we dont find it weird anymore in the anime #now it is the real interpretation of these things that seem weird to us

[carlyraejepsans]

oh my god I'm living on my own

#this doesn't feel real #MY APARTMENT. I LIVE HERE NOW #my roommate is moving in next week so I'm temporarily on me own #tomorrow i am Going out exploring the city and hopefully finding the local queer youth groups #and probably ordering a pizza at that small place i accidentally went into when i was looking for a different restaurant #(i felt so fucking bad about it LMAO) #there's no complex wifi but the apartment is right next to a convent so #I'm stealing the nuns' wi-fi #eh i was going to hell anyway. at least I'm taking the internet connection with me

[paunchsalazar]

another Good Omens 2 rewrite comic… so this is the night…

#sorry I’m actually mad they didn’t use the romantic French restaurant on their street when it’s sitting right there… #can even have some kind of couples night and they can go to keep tabs on the humans.. but it’s just a date.. #whatever #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #my art #my comics

[satinfangs]

listen what about old man yaoi danbert + a cowboy/outlaw au, and the fic is called "the old, wild west"

#reanimator #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #someone must've done this before but- #i'd write it but cowboy aus are my kryptonite sorry #i had to add “the”. i forgot old wild west is a restaurant chain lol #edit: if someone wants to use this sometime go right ahead! and lmk bc i'd love to read it honestly

[gayvampyr]

one of the weirder fatphobic encounters is when a skinny person judges you for eating at the exact same restaurant as them

#like they genuinely think their genetics mean they’ve ‘earned’ the right to eat at a restaurant