Not really, I used to fight a bunch, some people might see that as violent, I saw it as crying out from a rough childhood, whatever. As the Kitchen Manager, I am the resident hard ass. It's a role assumed by most of us. So when a 6' 250 lbs dude is yelling at a 16 year old in front of an entire restaurant because the 2 top was sat before his 8 with no reservation I lose it. Let me explain to those of you who never have worked in food. 2 people take up less space, so regardless of how many people you have, if a 2 top opens up, they don't wait they sit the 2. If you come in with a party of 8 without a reservation, expect it to take a moment, especially if a larger table is already sat and waiting. I had to stop what I was doing, walk out from behind my shroud of mystery (swinging double doors) as the general public rarely sees me, and go throw this guy and his party out of the restaurant. I felt sorry for the Assistant Manager as she has never had to deal with this before. So this guy starts running his mouth when I ask him to leave. He stares me dead in my eyes, I then ball up my fist, he screams something like "You think you're going to hit me?", before I had a chance to, a cop walked into the door, ready to eat, and was in shock. After some questioning the guy running his mouth was asked never to return. I had to go back in the kitchen and did not get a chance to talk to the cops. I hate people, did I ever mention that?