Yes, I remember a lonely piano player in a hotel, many years ago in Mexico City; melancholy indeed, but do not ask me why. I paid him a few beers, the famous cerveza Estrella.
Some nice people there I met.

This reminds me of a discussion I had with an Austrian friend about the difference between bad service in Amsterdam and bad service in Vienna. She said she was annoyed by the bad service in Amsterdam bars and restaurants, but enjoyed the bad service in the coffee houses in Vienna. She said: "The bad waiters in Vienna have confidence and authority, the bad waiters in Amsterdam are simply not interested. That's the difference. In Vienna, bad service is a choice. In Amsterdam it's just inadequacy. Hence, it is impossible for me to respect Amsterdam waiters." I thought that was a reasonable explanation. Even though I know Gstaad is in Switzerland, it seems to me that possibly your hotel has a well-considered policy of hiring only the very best bad waiters they can find.

That's my hotel.... and when it has deerheads and other hunting throphees on the walls, a special dusty foodish smell , curtans with awfull flowers and a mix of locals and exentric people its complete nostalgie. I like that.

What a beautiful description of love that is! It is indeed the slight imperfection of something or someone one often misses most when a loved one or place passed away or is outside of reach. Because of the innocence reflected in it, maybe, or the fact that it characterises the object...

Let's all reflect innocence. If this appears to be impossible, let's stop and reflect something else.

I'm afraid that, like love mostly, I would find it fantastic for only a very short while, then get bored and, sooner than later get very irritated with a hotel like this. I don't have a sense for romance, I'm from Groningen.

To me your description make me think of home, except that all those misrtakes made me furious.

Waiters. Last year a waiter in Italy took me and his female friend out after dinner. He suggested with not so many words we could have a threesome. I'm not from Groningen, but this was not my cup of tea.

Haha, that sounds as a joke "Waiters. Waiters blablabla" First introduce the subject, than elaborate. It's quite weird to see it written down like that.

Fawlty Towers

I managed a restaurant for over fifteen years .
Can you imagine the polce coming in one afternoon , looking for one of your waiters who had his day off. Apparantly he had tried to rob a bank in the morning and was now on the run. He wasn't the brightest of waitors and even as a bankrobber the only thing he managed was to shoot his own foot.

polce = police

Love

My favorite waiter was Bart. He worked at my restaurant for more than two years. He was what you call a natural , a real master in serving tables. Where others stumble, he was completely in control. He played his role- that 's how he looked at it- with perfection. He juggled with the glasses and plates while charming the people , including me. I loved him though I was aware of his taste for Whiskey, mostly mine, and his interest in gambling .
Him too I had to fire. He had put up an additional business in the restrooms, dealing drugs (no soft).

Fawlty

I am from Barcelona, I know nozeenk.