I met up with a couple of friends at Tartine last nite for a quick glass of wine after a long day of work and pro-bono meetings. (Trust me. I needed that glass of Riesling by 9pm.)
As it turns out, the bartender who was working was the same guy who was my server the nite of my "no sparks" date last week.
(Sidenote: I just realized that I never even gave that "no sparks" guy a blog name. Interesting.)
Anyhow, I started chatting up the bartender (huge surprise!), and he remembered me from the week before. He said he could tell we were on a first date, and that it seemed strained. (I think his exact words were, "You were so bubbly, and he just seemed sort of blah. Like he had a wall up.")
He went on to tell us that the wait staff can always tell when people are on first dates, and that they can usually tell when someone is having a good time -- or not.
So I had a new idea... perhaps I should take all of my first dates to Tartine, then let my little bartender friend give me a third-party review of how he thinks things went afterward. (Perhaps even on the blog?)
After all, who sees more dates (the good, the bad and the ugly) than a bartender at a cute little West side hot spot?