No Waiter is an Island

Hi Guys. Sorry for the lack of posts. I’ve been sick and it’s the Holidays. Between work and shopping I’ve had no time to write. Here’s a story I was working on last week. In retrospect, with the MTA strike, the title is prophetic…………………. I have a problem with table...

Food Critic

My friend and I are drinking poorly made martinis in a 42nd Street bar, trying to decide where to eat. “Feel like Thai?” my friend asks. “Nah,” I reply, “I’m not in the mood for Thai.” “Italian?” I give her the gentle version of the thousand yard waiter stare. “You’re...

Perfection

The woman purses her lips and takes her sweet time perusing the menu. Her husband’s already ordered. The clock ticks. I have other tables to attend to. If she takes any longer roots are going to sprout out of my shoes. “Can I help you make a selection?” I offer...

Tis The Season

“Uh, I have a problem with table 2,” Kylie says warily. “What kind of problem?” I sigh. We’re in the middle of the holiday insanity and I’m tired. “They want to pay with a gift certificate.” “So?” “They only have the card holder – not the actual card.” “That is a...

All Mashed Up

I bring the filet mignon to table 24. Medium rare, covered with a melted gorgonzola, fried leeks and a simple demiglaze, it’s a work of art perched atop a swirling bed of garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli rabe. If God were an entrée this would be it. I deposit the...