It’s my first Saturday night working at the new restaurant. Since I’m new and the manager’s unsure how many tables I can handle, I’ve been given a small section near the men’s room. The other waiters ensure that cheap tippers … Continue reading

Muy Crudo

“Where’s Luis?” I ask Miguel, one of the restaurants many bus boys. “My party’s gonna be here any minute and the tables not set up.” “I don’t know,” Miguel says. “Rolando,” I ask, turning to our fabulous Chileno busser. “Do … Continue reading