Has it ever occurred to you, Mr. Hitchens, that maybe you're being a little insensitive? Maybe you should take a moment to stop griping about how rude those waiters and waitresses are, and begin to think about why.
While it may appear rude when the wait staff seems eager to intrude on your conversation, or hastily pour out the last remaining dregs of whatever bottle you bought, consider this for a moment: Many of the waiters and waitresses surrounding you are actors, artists, dancers, writers (few of whom pull in a salary from Vanity Fair, mind you) and if they don't move the customers along, they don't get paid.
Waiting is a thankless and brutal profession--the tips are often below "standard" rates, the hours are long and exhausting, the attitudes from customers are often degrading and demeaning. Waiters don't have offices or secretaries, insurance plans or 401Ks; They just make twenty bucks every time you buy a bottle of vino.
Waiters need to encourage you to finish that wine, remind you that there are other folks who may want to come in and eat. And frankly, there is nothing more rude than a group of loudmouths who stake out a six-top for three hours, refusing to purchase anything else or settle the check while they regale each other with sparkling repartee. Newsflash: This is not your living room, this is a restaurant. This is a business. If you want to take hours to trade bon mots with Biffy and Buffy from the Hamptons--do it on your time, not theirs.
Maybe you should take your wine snobbery and your jacked up bottle of pino grigio, and just stay home.
There's another group of people right behind you to take that table anyway,