Cutting In Line
If you’ve read my blog you know I hate customers who call at 7 on Saturday night and demand the best table in the house to be readied for them by 8. Not only are these people suffering from delusions … Continue reading
If you’ve read my blog you know I hate customers who call at 7 on Saturday night and demand the best table in the house to be readied for them by 8. Not only are these people suffering from delusions … Continue reading
I would like to thank everyone who nominated Waiter Rant for consideration in the 2007 Bloggie Awards. I was selected as one of five finalists for Best Writing of a Weblog. I would like to extend my congratulations to the … Continue reading
I have a morning meeting with my publisher. I don’t want to be late so I leave home early. I shouldn’t have worried. Every subway I need to get over to East 53rd Street pulls up to the platform the … Continue reading
Ring. Ring. “Cacciatores Risotorante,” a perky female voice answers. “How may I help you?” “Good afternoon,” I say. “I was wondering if you were looking for wait staff.” “I’m so sorry,” the girl says automatically, without the faintest trace of … Continue reading
“May I get you something to drink?” I ask the teetering octogenarian on table 17. “Gimme a soda with no ice,” the old woman snaps. “Of course madam,” I reply. “And I want ice on the side,” she screeches. Not … Continue reading