Teenage Lettuce

After watching the Oprah Winfrey Show, my parents and I decide to eat at one of my favorite haunts – The Settlers Inn in Hawley, Pennsylvania. Decorated with mission style furniture, the restaurant is located in the dining room of a small hotel that’s...

Flat Vacant Stare

It’s five o’clock on Friday night and I’m saddled with a trainee. I hate training new waiters, but having one shadowing me on a busy night is truly a pain in the ass. “So where did you work before you came here?” I ask the trainee as I brew myself an espresso. “The...

Source Municipal Redux

“Hello and welcome,” I say to my new two top. “Would either of you care for a cocktail?” “I think we’ll just start off with some water,” the husband, a bald man in a open collared silk shirt, replies. “Maybe we’ll have wine with dinner.” “Very good sir,” I reply....

Source Municipal

It’s Friday night and I’m finishing the wine liturgy for the Yuppies on table 13. The host, a pretentious bald man wearing expensively layered clothes, grilled me about the wine list. Asking questions designed not to gain knowledge but to showcase his knowledge of...

The First Cold Day

I’m at the dog park with Buster, my joint custody pooch. It’s the first cold day of the year. The late afternoon sun’s pushing long shadows out of the trees, rolling darkness across the bright leaves covering the ground. I shiver slightly. I’m glad I wore a winter...