bitterwaitress

 

I’ve been meaning to host this for awhile. I hope my table service is okay. I’m more of a banquet guy these days.  I’ll add a few more in a day or two. 

 

Jose hooks up the man at Waiter Rant Show’s you that your best friends in the business are behind the line. Which excludes most chefs. Who are often more concerned with a different kind of line. I’m still sort of wondering what a deluxe blowjob is though.

 

Well Done Filet enjoys the questionable perks of appearing in the Daily Mail. All press is good press. Except radio. Radio interviews can be very, very bad. Still these sorts of write-ups make you do a double-take and what you think you’re doing sometimes. Like publicly humiliating people for tipping poorly….that still feels good.

 

And over at Dine in or Take out, we’re reminded that tipping is what separates us from the animals. Or the men from the boys. Or the deluxe blowjobs from the regular one? Make sure to expand and read this post through…the section on “borderline elitism” really hit home.

 

An investigation of Chili’s hiring practices from January awaits you at Don’t Tip the Waiter . Even months later, it’s true that you do have to dumb yourself down to get a decent job sometimes. Now mind you I said a decent job. Do NOT confuse that with a “real” job. You’re not ready for that.

 

Ali at El Vermino Boulevard writes a post which almost demands that I make a “going to the dogs” joke. But I don’t do well with demands. And like Ali, I don’t really do so well with management-imagined schedules and super-slow nights that threaten to get busy.

 

In the Seafood Department, they think I’m a woman . Cannot imagine why.

 

Bitchy waitress tells of an unusually hungry patron. Hmmm…wonder why he was so hungry? Hope he didn’t get pulled over when he’s fumbling around for change for the toll.

 

Dogs seem to be coming up in a lot of posts this (well, last) month. Upset waitress is no exception.

 

Finally, I always like to stop by Eater where I am reminded that New Yorkers’ love to use the term “foodie” when the rest of us would say “self-absorbed.” Oh wait, I’m one of them.Did someone say something?