Typically, when you ask for a booth or a larger table and are turned down, there’s usually a valid reason behind it. Still, that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
When one family entered a Texas Roadhouse in Dallas, Texas, they were puzzled as to why they couldn’t sit in what appeared to be an empty booth. Upon closer inspection, they discovered it was being reserved for a group of VIPs, and they quietly settled down and moved on from it…
The booth was set up in a way that suggested a distinguished guest might arrive at any time. The American flag and the Texas state flag adorned the wall behind the booth, and a specific sign was placed on the table to indicate who the table was reserved for.
Instead, the Texas Roadhouse had set aside the booth for five fallen police officers who had been ambushed by multiple snipers in Dallas. It was the restaurant’s way of recognizing the sacrifice and honoring the courageous actions of this special group of individuals.
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