by waiter | Oct 23, 2006 | Uncategorized
It’s Sunday evening and I’m exhausted. I feel like the previous Friday and Saturday nights excised more than their usual pound of psychic flesh. “You look tired,” Monique, our Sunday hostess observes. “I’m feeling wiped out...
by waiter | Oct 20, 2006 | Uncategorized
It’s seven o’clock on Saturday night. Every seat in the Bistro has someone’s name on it. But that doesn’t stop people without reservations from trying to get in. “Where’s Fluvio?” an impatient customers huffs, nervously waving...
by waiter | Oct 16, 2006 | Uncategorized
Its Saturday night. Beth and I are drinking dirty martinis at Istanbul, a Turkish restaurant with a great bar and live music. I’m keen on seeing some belly dancers. “Did you ever smoke a hookah?” Beth asks me, motioning to the ornate water pipes...
by waiter | Oct 11, 2006 | Uncategorized
I’m drinking coffee in the kitchen watching Louis hyperventilate. It’s a pastime of mine. “Can I get my halibut for table three?” Louis yells. “Like today?” “Relax Louis,” I say. “The food’ll be out in a...
by waiter | Oct 9, 2006 | Uncategorized
“And you sir,” I say, turning to the last customer on my four top, “What will you have this evening?” “I’ll have the Fellatio please,” the man says with a smirk. I glance up from my pad. This guy better be talking about the...
