by waiter | Apr 8, 2005 | Uncategorized
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….. ….. my wine opener....
by waiter | Apr 7, 2005 | Uncategorized
Sorry guys. The Post killed the story on Europeans and tipping. Maybe next time……..
by waiter | Apr 6, 2005 | Uncategorized
Many thanks to the staff at Blogger for including Waiter Rant as a “Blog of Note.” in “Blogs We’ve Noticed Recently.” You have impeccable taste. Thanks guys! In other news…… I just did an interview with the NY Post (again) for...
by waiter | Apr 6, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’ve noticed a recent surge in traffic to Waiter Rant. Welcome to all the new readers! My Stat Counter software indicates that several hundred people have come to the site via a Google keyword search. (Keyword – “waiterrant.blogspot.com”) Is...
by waiter | Apr 3, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m in the kitchen munching on some fried polenta chips when the hostess interrupts me. “You’ve got a new table on ten.” I look at the clock. It’s almost closing. “Does anyone else want this table?” I ask. It’s a stupid question. The other waiters mentally vacated the...
by waiter | Apr 2, 2005 | Uncategorized
Requiscat in Pace Ioannes Paulus PP.II
by waiter | Mar 26, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m heading in for work when my stomach starts to growl. I didn’t eat much of a breakfast so I stop at the local fast food joint and grab a burger to go. When I arrive at the Bistro I realize I have a few minutes to kill before my shift starts. I pour myself a Diet...
by waiter | Mar 25, 2005 | Uncategorized
“Hello, the Bistro. How may I help you?” “Yeah, I want to talk to the manager,” an angry voice sputters. “I’m the manager. How can I be of assistance?” I reply sweetly. “One of your waiters ripped me off last night!” the man yells. Oh boy. “Tell me what happened,” I...
by waiter | Mar 22, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m lying outside on the beach sunning myself. I can hear the surf pound the shore. I take a pull on my beer. I’m relaxed and content. Life is good. All of a sudden my mother stands over me blocking the sun, “You’re going to be late for your brother’s wedding,” she...
by waiter | Mar 21, 2005 | Uncategorized
Most restaurant patrons only see the “front of the house.” The dining room. But if you push on past the hushed tones, obsequious smiles, and culinary kabuki, you’ll find yourself backstage. This is where the real work of a restaurant is done. A rabbit warren of...
