It’s a busy weekday night at the Bistro. Fluvio’s taken his kid somewhere so I’m in charge. The door chimes. Two women walk inside. “Hello ladies,” I say, “How many for dinner?” “Two,” a rather glum looking woman says. “We … Continue reading
WARNING! If you’re squeamish, skip this post! It’s a slow shift and I’m kibitzing in the back with the other servers. It looks like it’s gonna be a dead night. “So did you see that story about Craigslist on the … Continue reading
Maximilian, our head busboy, is having a baby. Well, sort of. Max’s daughter Isabel, who also works at the Bistro, is six months pregnant. Max is only a few years older than me and this will be his first grandchild. … Continue reading
The couple on Table 22 orders the dessert special, a confection of white chocolate mousse and strawberries. Of course, it’s in the shape of a heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day Madam,” I say, gallantly presenting the dessert. “Oh!” the woman exclaims. … Continue reading
The phone rings. I already know what the person on the other end wants. I already know what my answer is going to be. It seems pointless to even answer. But I must. It’s my job. “Hello the Bistro,” I … Continue reading