Single Photo Sparks Outrage as Family Denied Booth at Restaurant

If I’m given a choice of where to sit at a restaurant, I will almost always go for the booth. Not only are the chairs more comfortabIe, but the nestled-in dining experience is also more intimate. As someone who enjoys privacy, the booth is the perfect solution.

However, if you’ve ever been in a restaurant and the hostess walked you and your party past a perfectly good booth to a set of hard-chairs, you’re probably left wondering why. Restaurants have their own reasons for not giving customers booth seats even if they’re available. Perhaps, it is just the luck of the draw, and you are being seated in another server’s section. Or maybe the booth is reserved for other customers who called in.

One family walked into a local Texas Roadhouse restaurant in Dallas they were denied the seat they desired and decided to take a stand against the restaurant by sharing a picture of it on social media. The family was mad that the hostess had walked right past the seemingly available booth. Because they really wanted those more comfortable seats, the family sent one of their own to go “scout it out” and found that there was a sign on the table indicating the booth was reserved from some special VIPs.

As soon as the family saw the sign on the table, they felt honored to be sitting so close to these VIPs. And because the people were not going to walk into the Texas Roadhouse restaurant any second, they were sitting at the edge of their seat.

That’s because the booth was reserved for five slain poIice officers. The restaurant wanted to honor and recognize the brave poIice officers who lost their lives in the line of duty. It was their way to memorialize them. Even though it was just a small way to do so, other customers noticed and were proud to share the news on sociaI media and promote the Texas Roadhouse location.

The sign on the table read: “We remember and honor the five slain poIice officers, Sergeant Michael J. Smith, Officer Michael Krol, Officer Patrick Zamarripa, Senior Corporal Lorne Ahrens, and Mr. Brent Thompson, who worked for the Dallas Area Rapid Transit PoIice Department, that the Texas Roadhouse restaurant reserved a table for. We thank you for your service. May you rest in peace.” The customers were honored to know that the table at the busy restaurant was set aside as a way to honor these dedicated poIice officers.

Because they had lost their lives in the line of duty protecting the residents of Dallas, the Texas location of the restaurant wanted the hundreds of patrons strolling through the door that night to know this restaurant stands with its poIice officers. The customers were all too happy to snap pictures of the sign and the table, which included an American flag. The management at the restaurant couldn’t have been happier with it. What do you think about the way the chain restaurant honored its local poIice officers who were slain in the line of duty?

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