Author: Restaurant Gal
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Excessive Expectations
A long, long time ago, I was a bartender. I was asked to tend bar at a popular resort-town spot, where I worked as a server, because I sucked so much as a server. “You’re off the floor! You work the service bar now,” barked the restaurant’s owner after I was weeded for the billionth…
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Time When
I revised a post that I wrote last week and took down. It’s about friendship between men and women, and it begs the question: Is it truly possible for single men and single women to be friends–only friends? Popular saying in these parts: A Keys guy never really breaks up with a girl. He just…
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I Will Know the Economy is Better When…
…people order something to drink other than water. …men don’t share one ice tea. …women don’t split a cup of soup. …four adults don’t split two entrees and then ask for four separate checks. You will hear it here, first.
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Pulling Posts
Yep, I pulled my last post, for those of you who are wondering where it went or why it’s not here. As I have expressed to many, my posts are reflections on an interlude or incident or feeling surrounding a certain moment in my time. On a rare occasion, I re-visit a post after an…
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Easy Days, Peaceful Nights
Three firsts this week: –A customer got very, very angry with me and slammed money on the counter, spitting out the words in her heavy French accent, “This is for you, even though it was all terrible. Terrible!” –I won two out of three games of bowling. Understand, I haven’t bowled in years, and before…
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Through Her Eyes
RG Daughter is in town for a few days, and as always when she visits, I wonder how she views my current state of life. Her first visit to Fort Lauderdale was with RG Son several months after I had moved there. I was living in my ghetto apartment furnished with only the bare necessities,…
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The New Kid
“I’ve hired someone to help you out,” said my owner. In this case, my “help” was supposed to spare me the agony of having to manage dinner, because restaurant management is something I absolutely, positively NEVER want to do again in my restaurant life, unless I own the restaurant. Except this kid, who literally drove…
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Breaking Up is Hard to Watch
I make a point to visit my bartender girlfriend whenever I go up to Fort Lauderdale. I don’t go too often, for many reasons, not the least of which is that getting there is a schlep and, beyond my bartender girlfriend and my pilot girlfriend, I have a lot of reasons to steer clear of…
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A Walk in the Weeds
An online writer contacted me (and I assume everyone else blogging about restaurants) and asked for examples of horrendous restaurant patrons. I try to stay away from writing about such aspects of the business because Waiter Rant captured them best back in the day, and it is too easy to whine on and on about…
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All is Always Good, Right?
If I drunk email my day-at-a-time boy and he answers very soon in a hopeful way, it’s good, right? Even if I know it’s all just an email that is pretty much meaningless, right? If I meet the guy that Upset Waitress is sure is the one for me, and he seems great, and even…