The Early Word

The first reviews are in for Keep the Change! Take a look! “I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is for tipping authors, but we should all give a nice bonus to Steve Dublanica for writing such a funny and surprising book on this oft-overlooked part of everyday life”...

Sonic Boom

It’s the week before my gallbladder operation and I want a few last hurrahs before my digestive system goes into hibernation. So my friend Ray I pull into a Sonic off Route 46. “I’ve never been to one of these places before,” I say. “You’ll love it,” Ray says as we...

Hypochondria for Profit

I went to the doctor the other day for my post-op follow up. Everything is good, though my blood tests showed some little things that need to be investigated. Nothing serious mind you, just an overabundance of caution on the surgeon’s part. Of course, no one likes to...

A Tipping Afternoon

It’s a crisp autumn afternoon and I’m in a car hunting for parking on the Upper West Side. Unfortunately, finding a spot in this neighborhood is like trying to find a virgin in a whorehouse. Luckily I’m not driving. I’m convalescing you know. “Is that a spot?” my...

Nice Versus Decent

I’m leaving a hibachi place in Paramus, NJ when I see a Mercedes SUV swing into a handicapped spot. Two well-dressed parents with three equally bespoke children walk out of the car and into the restaurant. The adults are slim and in shape and none of the children have...

Still Here

I’m laying on an operating table thinking about death. Now I’m just getting my gallbladder taken out. It’s a same day procedure and by nightfall I’ll be home sipping low fat soup and zoned out on Percocet. Or will I? My godfather went in for a routine hip replacement...

Wherever I Go

I’m at the cigar shop I patronize when a customer nicknamed Doc asks me a question. “Say I’m in a restaurant and the owner’s serving me.” Doc asks. “Do I tip him?’ “It depends,” I say. “On what?” “If no waiters are working but there’s busboys I’d still leave a tip.”...

Drifting Chaos

I’m standing by the bar at Roots Steakhouse in Summit, New Jersey waiting for a table. Being a gentlemen I let my date have the only available stool. I’ve already drunk two margaritas so I’m now working on a bottle of Perrier. It’s all about pacing yourself. As I...

Under Attack

Hey everybody. If you’ve been trying to visit WaiterRant  you’ve noticed that Google has listed my site as “dangerous” and containing malware. As of today the issue has been addressed with a WordPress upgrade and security fixes – so the site is safe. However, it...

Serendipity

I’m eating a ritzy brunch on the outdoor patio of a ritzy restaurant in a ritzy town. The cars gliding down the ritzy street are all new and expensive and the ladies at the next table are wearing ritzy shoes that cost more than what regular folks make in a month. Even...