by waiter | Apr 11, 2005 | Uncategorized
On April 8th Maria Nolan, a 45 year old financial planner for Fleet Securities, was crossing the street near Madison Avenue and East 65th Street when she killed by a hit and run driver. Described in the press as a pretty, well dressed, and petite woman – she lived in...
by waiter | Apr 8, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m telling a five top the specials when I feel a hand slide into my pants. Catching a whiff of perfume I enjoy the sensation of delicate female fingers wriggling around in my pocket. Grasping the hard object she’s looking for she pulls out….. ….. my wine opener....
by waiter | Apr 7, 2005 | Uncategorized
Sorry guys. The Post killed the story on Europeans and tipping. Maybe next time……..
by waiter | Apr 6, 2005 | Uncategorized
Many thanks to the staff at Blogger for including Waiter Rant as a “Blog of Note.” in “Blogs We’ve Noticed Recently.” You have impeccable taste. Thanks guys! In other news…… I just did an interview with the NY Post (again) for...
by waiter | Apr 6, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’ve noticed a recent surge in traffic to Waiter Rant. Welcome to all the new readers! My Stat Counter software indicates that several hundred people have come to the site via a Google keyword search. (Keyword – “waiterrant.blogspot.com”) Is...
by waiter | Apr 3, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m in the kitchen munching on some fried polenta chips when the hostess interrupts me. “You’ve got a new table on ten.” I look at the clock. It’s almost closing. “Does anyone else want this table?” I ask. It’s a stupid question. The other waiters mentally vacated the...
by waiter | Apr 2, 2005 | Uncategorized
Requiscat in Pace Ioannes Paulus PP.II
by waiter | Mar 26, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m heading in for work when my stomach starts to growl. I didn’t eat much of a breakfast so I stop at the local fast food joint and grab a burger to go. When I arrive at the Bistro I realize I have a few minutes to kill before my shift starts. I pour myself a Diet...
by waiter | Mar 25, 2005 | Uncategorized
“Hello, the Bistro. How may I help you?” “Yeah, I want to talk to the manager,” an angry voice sputters. “I’m the manager. How can I be of assistance?” I reply sweetly. “One of your waiters ripped me off last night!” the man yells. Oh boy. “Tell me what happened,” I...
by waiter | Mar 22, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m lying outside on the beach sunning myself. I can hear the surf pound the shore. I take a pull on my beer. I’m relaxed and content. Life is good. All of a sudden my mother stands over me blocking the sun, “You’re going to be late for your brother’s wedding,” she...
