New Guy
I’m training a couple of new waiters. I forget their names. Actually, I don’t want to know their names. They probably won’t last long. Being a waiter is like being a soldier in combat. Veterans don’t want get to know … Continue reading
I’m training a couple of new waiters. I forget their names. Actually, I don’t want to know their names. They probably won’t last long. Being a waiter is like being a soldier in combat. Veterans don’t want get to know … Continue reading
I’ve only had to physically throw out one customer in all my time as a waiter. The guy at Clublife gets to do it every night! An entertaining blog about a bouncer in NYC. Go read!
Waiter Rant is one year old today. Can you believe it?
Twice a week Mr. Escher comes into the bistro to get takeout for his wife. Twice a week I get to hear how much he hates her. “Are you married?” Mr. Escher asks me while paying for his order. “No … Continue reading
Louis and I are back by the soda machine shooting the shit. “Check this out,” Louis says, “Did you hear of that new gay TV network that’s starting up? “I heard something about it,” I reply “Well they called me.” … Continue reading