by waiter | Oct 10, 2005 | Uncategorized
It’s a rainy Saturday night and the Bistro’s jammin’ We don’t have a free table until 9:30. But that doesn’t stop prospective customers angling for a seat. Angelina, out Sicilian spitfire hostess, keeps the yuppies hordes at bay with a firm hand, a lovely smile, and a...
by waiter | Oct 8, 2005 | Uncategorized
“So you gonna vote tomorrow?” Saroya asks me. “Yes,” I reply, looking over my copy of the Times. I’m reading about the riots in France. Did they run out of cheese? “Who you gonna vote for?” Saroya says. “It’s a secret ballot dear.” “C’mon,” Saroya says, “Tell me.”...
by waiter | Oct 8, 2005 | Uncategorized
The door chimes. I look up. In walks the fattest man I’ve ever seen. “Holy shit!” I whisper, “Its Mr. Creosote!” Creosote lumbers down the aisle and plants himself on a dainty chair. I feel bad for that chair. “Oh my God,” Monique whispers back, “He’s huge.” “Better...
by waiter | Oct 5, 2005 | Uncategorized
Beth and I are sitting outside waiting for our shift to start. Claude, our local homeless guy, shuffles past us. “Hi Claude,” Beth says cheerily. Claude makes no indication that he hears her. “How ya doing Claude?” I ask. He usually responds to me. Claude ignores me...
