My Sister’s Keeper

I’m sitting in a bar after work with Beth and Arlene. It was a long night and we’re rewarding ourselves with some post shift libations. Beth’s drinking a beer. I’m finishing up a dirty martini. Arlene, who is almost seven months pregnant, is...

Animal Cop

It’s Sunday morning and I’m hurting. My brother’s bachelor party was Friday night and I’m still trying to shake off the after effects. My pounding headache morphed into fatigue about the same time my joints began to throb. Goddamn that scantily...

Holiday Weekend

Hi everyone. I’m sorry for the lack of posts this week. I’ve been really busy. My brother is getting married and tonight I’m dragging him out for his bachelor party. Of course, I have to wait tables the next evening! Working hung-over? That’ll...

Smacking Saroya

It’s a busy night. As I dash into the kitchen Saroya walks out with a plate of tiramisu in each hand. I’m not watching where I’m going. My shoulder catches her in the left eye. “Owwww!” Saroya yelps almost dropping her desserts....

Gringo Cracker

We need a new dishwasher. Fluvio places an ad in the paper. We’re soon inundated with applicants. Throughout the morning an onslaught of applicants trudge through the front door. They’re all Hispanic men. Hailing from places like Ecuador, El Salvador, and Mexico...

Nunc Dimittis

Three priests walk into my bistro. No, this isn’t a setup for some awful joke – three padres sit in my section. They’re dressed in civilian clothes but I make them instantly. Former Catholic seminarians can spot priests a mile away. Perhaps it’s the clothes; the...

Gay Friendly

A young woman walks into the Bistro. “Is your restaurant gay friendly?” she asks. “Yes Madam,” I reply. I’ve gotten this question before. “I want to take my partner out for her birthday. We only patronize gay friendly establishments,” she says. Wow. Militant. “You...

Let me clear something up

In my post “Gristle” I alluded to the fact I was working on a book. That’s true. However, it is still in the embryonic stage and I have not committed to anyone or anything. Judging from the comments and emails I’ve received I think some people...

What’s a Yuppie?

I’ve gotten a couple of emails and comments from people who are upset by my use of the term “Yuppie.” So I’ve decided to explain what I mean when I employ that word. If you’re easily offended or have a shaky self image I suggest you skip this post. Still here? Ok....

“Your Powers Are Weak Old Man”

I’m reciting the specials to a two top by the window. In typical yuppie fashion they don’t make eye contact. Sick of talking to these social misfits my eyes begin to wander. A pretty girl walks past the restaurant with her dog. I take an appreciative look. I glance...