With all sincerity, I love to hate and I hate to love what I do. Yeah, like most of us probably. Let’s just say my job is nothing to brag about at my upcoming twelve year high school reunion.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I left a slower then typical restaurant a little while ago having received a 70% gratuity on a $97.00 check. And I'll tell you why...
Friday, June 3, 2011
I finally realize that my feet have been aching for hours as I feel how tight my back has become from running and lifting, then prebussing and juggling an overwhelming amount of weight in pasta and chicken and seafood dishes, all which are piled high inside of heavy as sin bone white plates and tableware. The Coheed blasting in my Jeep's speakers keeps me going as I realize, as I often do, that I should probably slow down
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Restaurant tends to operate more like a Mom and Pop establishment unlike large corporate restaurant chains, who tend to have Big Brother watching over them via the upper management goombahs. We don’t have soup everyday of the year.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
During lunch service the other day I was reminded of one of the infamous characters we have seen throughout our years of business here at the restaurant. The gentleman whom jogged this particular memory was laidback and didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he unpacked his breifcase onto the table capable of seating four people comfortably. (I had to repost this because it's one of my first posts from the previous site that I feel deserves more attention. Long live The Eater!)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Moments ago I was neck-deep in the most frightening, anxiety-ridden experience of my young career as an Italian restaurant server. My anxiety passes like some kind of a blurry, speed-driven hallucination; and I take a second, a deep breath to try and revisit the episode. What just happened? Just take a few breaths. Wow, it’s bad…ughhh, it’s really bad.
Friday, April 15, 2011
My Thursday morning started as usual, nice and steady as we eased into a great and boarder-line hectic lunch rush. One of my first tables was a one top woman about my age, (too) late twenties if you must know pfft. As I approach her I see a book laying face down on the table and I definitely recognize it.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Why I feel the urge to type right now, I couldn't tell you. I started the day by falling out of bed at 8:00 am feeling achy from a busier than usual Thursday at the restaurant last night. "I'm up, I'm up", I tell my wife. "You're awake you're not up!", she continues, "I don't hear any movement!" <Moan> I drag my tired body down two long flights of stairs and take care of my first priority by brewing coffee with my one year old boy on my hip.