Monthly Archives: April 2005

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New Guy

I’m training a couple of new waiters. I forget their names. Actually, I don’t want to know their names. They probably won’t last long. Being a waiter is like being a soldier in combat. Veterans don’t want get to know the green recruit. They’re going

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Waiter Rant meets Roadhouse

I’ve only had to physically throw out one customer in all my time as a waiter. The guy at Clublife gets to do it every night! An entertaining blog about a bouncer in NYC. Go read!

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Not Getting Any

Twice a week Mr. Escher comes into the bistro to get takeout for his wife. Twice a week I get to hear how much he hates her. “Are you married?” Mr. Escher asks me while paying for his order. “No sir. I’m not.” “Good. Never

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Gay Reality TV

Louis and I are back by the soda machine shooting the shit. “Check this out,” Louis says, “Did you hear of that new gay TV network that’s starting up? “I heard something about it,” I reply “Well they called me.” “Really? Why?” “My twentieth high

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Gringo Shit

It’s Sunday and we’re mad busy. Fluvio’s home sick so I’m left with the keys to the kingdom. The waiters are all working doubles. The “who gets to go home first” begging ritual is in full swing. “Oh man I am so tired,” Shlomo says

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Sick and Tired

Sorry I haven’t ben writing more. Very busy week at the Bistro and I’m under the weather. Thank God for Ny Quil! I’ll be back with more tales of horror soon! Welcome to all the new readers! So you know – this isn’t a daily

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Hit And Run

On April 8th Maria Nolan, a 45 year old financial planner for Fleet Securities, was crossing the street near Madison Avenue and East 65th Street when she killed by a hit and run driver. Described in the press as a pretty, well dressed, and petite

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A Thousand and One Uses

I’m telling a five top the specials when I feel a hand slide into my pants. Catching a whiff of perfume I enjoy the sensation of delicate female fingers wriggling around in my pocket. Grasping the hard object she’s looking for she pulls out….. …..