Statistics

It’s a beautiful warm Saturday night and the Bistro’s packed. The balmy temps must’ve have thawed the Yuppies out of hibernation. We’ve got an impatient line stretching out the door. I’m making money hand over fist. Of course, something has to go wrong. I’m placing an...

Close Quarters Battle

It’s Sunday night. Fluvio went to AC so I’m in charge. The reservation computer tells me we’re gonna be slammed. The Bistro will reach 80% capacity in one hour. That’s the problem with Sunday night. Everyone eats dinner at the same time. I...

Congratulations Post Secret !

I’d like to congratulate Frank Warren of Post Secret for winning the Best American Weblog Award (for which I was nominated) and a bunch of other categories at the 2006 Bloggies. Job well done Frank. You created a brilliant website. The best blog won. Thanks to...

Adventures in Babysitting

It’s a slow lunch. Fluvio’s running around, attending to the million details involved in running a restaurant. Since his wife’s at work, he brought his four year old son Liam with him. “Listen,” Fluvio says, coming up to me, “I’ve got to go out for half an hour. Can...

Tiramisu Dreams

The couple on 24 finishes dinner. The busgirl clears the plates. As I crumb the table the man and woman fall silent. It’s obvious they want to talk in private. There’s an energy passing between them. The air hums with tension. Experience tells me to give them space. I...