While browsing through the iStockphoto offerings, I happened upon a photo of a famous West End restaurant, one that brought back memories of a previous trip to London. The Ivy is a restaurant popular with the theatre-going crowd, audience and actors alike.
The circumstances of my first visit were so perfect, it could have been a plotline right out of a West End play: two women strike up a conversation one morning over breakfast at a hotel. The older woman was at the hotel recovering from surgery, and I was there for a color conference with several clients. The woman reminded me of my grandmother. She had the kind of class you can’t acquire – you have to be born with it. We talk for an hour about this and that. Alone, with no family, she was happy to have the company.
While she and I talked, one of my clients stopped by the table to say hello, she looked a little dejected and when I asked what was wrong, she told us how she and two of her colleagues had wanted to dine at The Ivy that night but were unable to get a table. The first available reservation was weeks away.
I didn’t think I could help her. Earlier in the week I had bribed a few doormen at some of London’s more posh clubs. But my sense of it was that only an act of God or a recommendation from Sir Anthony Hopkins himself would be able to get my clients into The Ivy.
I looked at my dining companion and she smiled a slow indulgent smile. She picked up her cell phone, speed dialed and said a few words to the person on the other end of the line. Then she looked at me and asked, “What is your name, my dear?”
I told her. She nodded and concluded the call with my name and the words “party of four.”
She then smiled and told us we had a dinner reservation at 11:00 p.m. and told us whom to ask for. In the parlance of British slang, my client and I were gobsmacked.
I thanked our benefactor and asked her name. She politely sidestepped the question, rose and left the table like some regal grand dame. And that’s exactly what she was.
photo: © istockphoto.com/onebluelight
and ….are you going to share her name?
I think I have to be discreet on this one.
What a great story. It makes me want to be friendlier.
It’s on those days when I feel at my worst on the road that I double up my efforts to at least smile. And it makes all the difference, not only to the person on the receiving end of the smile but I always feel better. It’s all about a real connection in a virtual world. And I’m always surprised at how good it makes me feel.
You’re one of the friendliest people I know!
It’s my virtual persona. In real life–quite the introvert. Hehe.
See, I never would have guessed!
Cat, I love the way you take a simple moment and turn it into a fable. In this case, serendipity stole the day, as a result of a sincere and spontaneous communication with a complete stranger. When our hearts are open, good things happen. I’m picturing Helen Mirrin for the movie part! 🙂
Thanks for the compliment. I love a good story and being able to share it. Dinner reservation aside, she was a lovely woman and very interesting to talk to. Helen Mirren would be perfect!
Your blog is fantastic, nice.
Thank you Gogo.