I was interviewed by Luke O’Neil for a recent article about the travails of being a waiter for the website Boston’s Weekly Dig. “It begins with the best of intentions. Head out. A bite to eat. A few drinks. But eating out is actually much
It’s a seven o’clock on beautiful Monday night. The Bistro’s half full and we only have a few reservations. But, after being driven indoors by a rainy weekend, the Yuppies will probably want to bust out of their Williams Sonomanized cocoons so they can narcotize
It’s Friday afternoon and the Bistro’s dead. I’m outside catching some sun. I read somewhere that you need fifteen minutes of solar exposure to get your recommended daily allowance of Vitamin D. Without enough you run the risk of developing everything from osteoporosis to schizophrenia.
The young couple on table 26 is finishing dessert. They’re on what I think’s a first date. Things seem to be going well. The girl’s never taken her eyes off the guy. Her body language suggests she’s really into him. The guy’s body language suggests
Louis and I are lounging by the front window reading newspapers and drinking espresso. It’s early and we’re not expecting customers for an hour. While Louis skims the Daily News I leaf through the NY Post. I’ve been giving The Times a rest lately. Oh,
It’s closing time. The restaurant’s almost empty. My last table’s paying the bill. The cooks are breaking down the kitchen. All the other waiters have gone home. I can’t wait to get out of here. I’m exhausted and a post shift martini’s calling my name.
I’m in the kitchen struggling to whip up a skim milk cappuccino. I need a caffeine jolt. Normally I’d make cappuccino with whole milk. But since I’m watching my cholesterol I’ve been making adjustments great and small. I stare glumly at the limpid froth in
It’s Saturday night. The first round of tables is seated and eating. That means there’s a lull until the dessert madness begins. Everyone takes a breather. I’m standing by the beverage dispenser hydrating myself with club soda. Saskia, one of the new busgirls, comes by