Parking Spot

It’s my day off and I need a new pair of black shoes. My old waiter clogs are getting ratty. New Year’s Eve will soon be upon us. I need to look my best. So I decide to drive over to the mall and buy a couple of pairs with my newfound Christmas loot. Of course the...

HOW TO ORDER WINE WITHOUT LOOKING LIKE AN ASSHOLE

I’m not a wine guy. I like whisky and beer. But I appreciate the artistry that goes into making wine and I respect people who have a good grasp of Oenology. However, since most people are dopes when it comes to ordering wine, I’ve assembled a list of tips to help you...

Bits of Wisdom

Here are some bits of wisdom I picked up over the years from people, books and film. Wherever possible I’ve made attribution. “Never make a decision when you’re high in the sky or down in the dumps.” – my high school principal. (On relationships) “If it isn’t fun in...

Happy Holidays!

To all Waiter Rant readers – my best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And, oh yeah, for the first time since 1959 the first day of the Festival of Lights is on December 25th! Happy Hanukkah! Have fun!

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...

The Songs Are in Your Eyes

Arlene visited the Bistro today. I got to hold her baby girl for the first time. Fluvio took this picture of us with his cell phone. As I was holding her I remembered the lyrics from a U2 song: Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby’s head The songs are...