I flew down from the states for some business in Manaus. Tonight was a “free night” so I took a walk to the mall next to the hotel to grab a bite to eat in the Food Court. I decided that I wasn’t in the mood for “Bob’s” or “Habibs” and, instead, opted for a sit-down Italian restaurant.
Immediately I remembered one of the things that I liked the best about Brazil – the restaurants.
The garcon was an elderly man but, nonetheless, a professional. Obviously with the goal of providing for his family (as opposed to the American teeny bopper waitresses who are so busy texting that they don’t pay attention to their customers). I was near the bar and took great interest in the bartender who felt obliged to make sure that there were no water spots on the glasses. Everyone behind the counter was wearing a hair net. The place was clean – no dirty rugs on the floors – spotless tile floors. For all my complaints about Brazil it is times like these that help me to zipper my lips. They definitely outshine us in certain areas.