Open Here
As we prepare for the main course here at Conni's Avant Garde Restaurant, the tables are a happy clutter of discarded flatware, recyclable plates, empty wine bottles, more empty wine bottles, a few escaped Brussels sprouts, and other debris.
This makes it a perfect occasion for Bus That Table, a gleeful tumbly competitive game in which a representative from each table races to clear up and set out the new place settings, with help from the rest of the team (and under the watchful eyes of the Conni's cast, who rate the contestants on speed, accuracy, and artistic merit).
Bus That Table is led by Hunter, the restaurant's drink-slinging, guitar-toting, deer-shooting outdoorsy barkeep. Once the chaos settles down - and the Conni's nurses at my table totally will not let us cheat, but we win anyway - he summons the contestants up to the stage, where he chats with each one, asks each a left-field quiz question, and listens to enthusiastic reports from the table judges.
Hunter: I see you're wearing a wedding ring. How long have you been married?
Table-Busser: Six months! (giggles)
Hunter: Six months! Congratulations.
Table-Busser: Thanks!
Hunter: Now, in one word: what is the secret of a successful marriage?
Table-Busser: Um ... communication?
Hunter: Oh, I'm sorry - the correct answer is "Astroglide."
Table-Busser: Really? What's that?
The winner - Magenta Floyd, tonight, from my table, and have I mentioned that we all wear name tags with our tangy new Conni's identities for the evening? - is seated center stage, and draped in protective plastic (prizes can get messy). Tonight's prize is a palate cleanser, administered after a glorious musical interlude by restaurant manager Sue James.
(Tonight my Conni's name is Soylent Majority.)
Open Here
As we prepare for the main course here at Conni's Avant Garde Restaurant, the tables are a happy clutter of discarded flatware, recyclable plates, empty wine bottles, more empty wine bottles, a few escaped Brussels sprouts, and other debris.
This makes it a perfect occasion for Bus That Table, a gleeful tumbly competitive game in which a representative from each table races to clear up and set out the new place settings, with help from the rest of the team (and under the watchful eyes of the Conni's cast, who rate the contestants on speed, accuracy, and artistic merit).
Bus That Table is led by Hunter, the restaurant's drink-slinging, guitar-toting, deer-shooting outdoorsy barkeep. Once the chaos settles down - and the Conni's nurses at my table totally will not let us cheat, but we win anyway - he summons the contestants up to the stage, where he chats with each one, asks each a left-field quiz question, and listens to enthusiastic reports from the table judges.
Hunter: I see you're wearing a wedding ring. How long have you been married?
Table-Busser: Six months! (giggles)
Hunter: Six months! Congratulations.
Table-Busser: Thanks!
Hunter: Now, in one word: what is the secret of a successful marriage?
Table-Busser: Um ... communication?
Hunter: Oh, I'm sorry - the correct answer is "Astroglide."
Table-Busser: Really? What's that?
The winner - Magenta Floyd, tonight, from my table, and have I mentioned that we all wear name tags with our tangy new Conni's identities for the evening? - is seated center stage, and draped in protective plastic (prizes can get messy). Tonight's prize is a palate cleanser, administered after a glorious musical interlude by restaurant manager Sue James.
(Tonight my Conni's name is Soylent Majority.)