Another vote for “not weird.” You know what you like, and you know where to get it - the rest of the world should be so lucky. 
I used to frequent 3 restaurants 2 times a week each for dinner. Sunday was a crapshoot.
** For 5 years. ** They would see me coming, kick people out of my table if needed, and have my sweet tea waiting.
Then I got married, and moved closer to one of the restaurants, and we ate there 2-3 times a week. Plus a few other places.** For 10 more years!**
We were icons. Knew all the staff, owners, etc. We were Cliff and Norm.
I don’t think any of them minded.
You don’t have to be garrulous, but do say hi once in a while.