The critic came into my restaurant.
Found me in the back and tried to taunt.
He said “You have ten minutes to have me seated at a table.”
I was rushing and bussed the table and said “make yourself comfortable!”
He only would take one bite of each item
Spitting it on the floor and rolling his eyes
He finally finished writing his notes
And started walking out, grabbing his coat
I stopped him before he opened the door
I offered him a free piece of pie we give every customer
He started walking out but couldn’t ignore
That at the bottom of our menu was something more
Than just a good item, it was his favorite
It was his moms best dish and he had to have it
He slowly tasted the dish and started to cry
The last time he had the dish was the day his mom died
It had a note from his mom that said “honey I’m leaving.
Always remember that the zest goes on top for dressing.
Don’t forget zest makes life more vibrant,
And makes people smile that usually just can’t.”