Bride & Groom

The phone rings. “The Bistro,” I answer, “How may I help you?” “Hello, Waiter?” a familiar voice says. “Yes?” “This is Rafael, the Maitre’D at Cafe Really Expensive.” “Hey Rafael,” I reply, “How’s things?” “Slow.” “I hear ya.” “Listen,” Rafael says, “You’ve got a...

Soy People

I’m waiting in line at the health food store as the Hippie Matron in front of me tortures the guy behind the counter. “Can I have a sample of the wheat grass juice with ginger?” she asks “I’m sorry,” the counterman replies, “But I can’t give out samples right now.”...

Statistics

It’s a beautiful warm Saturday night and the Bistro’s packed. The balmy temps must’ve have thawed the Yuppies out of hibernation. We’ve got an impatient line stretching out the door. I’m making money hand over fist. Of course, something has to go wrong. I’m placing an...

Close Quarters Battle

It’s Sunday night. Fluvio went to AC so I’m in charge. The reservation computer tells me we’re gonna be slammed. The Bistro will reach 80% capacity in one hour. That’s the problem with Sunday night. Everyone eats dinner at the same time. I...

Congratulations Post Secret !

I’d like to congratulate Frank Warren of Post Secret for winning the Best American Weblog Award (for which I was nominated) and a bunch of other categories at the 2006 Bloggies. Job well done Frank. You created a brilliant website. The best blog won. Thanks to...

Adventures in Babysitting

It’s a slow lunch. Fluvio’s running around, attending to the million details involved in running a restaurant. Since his wife’s at work, he brought his four year old son Liam with him. “Listen,” Fluvio says, coming up to me, “I’ve got to go out for half an hour. Can...

Tiramisu Dreams

The couple on 24 finishes dinner. The busgirl clears the plates. As I crumb the table the man and woman fall silent. It’s obvious they want to talk in private. There’s an energy passing between them. The air hums with tension. Experience tells me to give them space. I...

Better Luck Next Time

The couple sitting at table 22 is very young and attractive. I’ve seen the guy in here before. He’s been serially dating for a while, playing the field, bringing in a different girl every week. Very poised for his age, not a hair out of place, well dressed and polite,...

Better Days

Beth and I are drinking martinis at Cafe American, one of our friendly competitors, after a hard Saturday night. We’re both tired and in need of post shift medication. “So did you hear about the guy who died?” Beth asks. “Who died?” I reply. “You know the bartender...

Kiss Ass & Run Away

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...