One of the strangest restaurants I’ve been to in a long time is restaurant La Tosca in Amsterdam. When we entered around 8:30 PM the restaurant was already empty. The owner was mopping on the floor.
He said: “I started mopping already, but come in.” Then he sat at our table and joined our conversation, after ten minutes or so he asked: “Can I take you order?” The pasta was delicious, but when I informed about desserts he answered with a hint of annoyance: ‘No, not today. There’s nothing. No tiramisu, no ice cream, nothing.” When we left we saw an ad. La Tosca was looking for a young woman to wait tables.
“She must be young and cheap,” the owner said, again with this hint of annoyance as if all his employees had been old and expensive.