by waiter | Dec 12, 2005 | Uncategorized
“Uh, I have a problem with table 2,” Kylie says warily. “What kind of problem?” I sigh. We’re in the middle of the holiday insanity and I’m tired. “They want to pay with a gift certificate.” “So?” “They only have the card holder – not the actual card.” “That is a...
by waiter | Dec 7, 2005 | Uncategorized
I bring the filet mignon to table 24. Medium rare, covered with a melted gorgonzola, fried leeks and a simple demiglaze, it’s a work of art perched atop a swirling bed of garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli rabe. If God were an entrée this would be it. I deposit the...
by waiter | Dec 5, 2005 | Uncategorized
Arlene visited the Bistro today. I got to hold her baby girl for the first time. Fluvio took this picture of us with his cell phone. As I was holding her I remembered the lyrics from a U2 song: Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby’s head The songs are...
by waiter | Dec 4, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m walking towards the Bistro. It’s cold out today. I pull my jacket around me, trying to hold in the warm air from my car’s heater. But the surrounding buildings conspire to funnel a biting wind that washes over me. I shiver. I’ll be glad to get inside. Navigating...
by waiter | Dec 1, 2005 | Uncategorized
“Something’s really wrong with table 23,” Saroya says. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Go over there,” Saroya says grimly. I hustle to the front of the restaurant and find a lone blonde woman sobbing into her martini. I know who this lady is. She and her girlfriend were...
by waiter | Nov 29, 2005 | Uncategorized
Four ladies finish their entrees. After the busgirls clear and crumb the table I bring over the dessert menus. It’s time for me to become the devil. “Ladies,” I say sweetly, “We have some excellent desserts tonight.” “Oh, nothing for me,” Bubbly Blonde replies. “No...
