Restaurant Gal

Category: First course

  • I Would Love to Be Where You Are

    “But we can’t stand that bartender,” said my friend, when I suggested a spot for our regular get-together. “Yeah, well, it’s still happy hour there,” I said looking at my watch. If we walked really fast, found a couple of bar stools, and ordered before we hung up our coats and purses, we could still…

  • Note to the Angels: Tell My Dad I Send Love

    Sometimes life’s early paths are so tangled up, you wonder how you eventually emerged on the other side of it all. What follows is a story that has very little to do with restaurants, but everything to do with me and who I am. I have written about my stepfather in previous posts, and my…

  • The Right Friends at the Right Time

    Sometimes you don’t even know who your friends are. Oh sure, you know the friends who smile and say “How’s it goin’?” at work, every day. And you know the other, old friends who don’t call you anymore because you are a world away from them, every day. Then, on a day you’d rather call…

  • Spring Break!

    I am off to Florida with Restaurant Gal Daughter for a few days. Mr. Restaurant Gal and Restaurant Gal Son have politely told us that they’d rather have extensive dental work performed than go to the land of Minnie and Mickey. Thus, my daughter and I are on our own, sporting pastel pedicures and new…

  • The Slow Bus to Somewhere

    I gave up taking the subway for Lent. Okay, not really. But on a whim last week, I skipped the long, scary escalator descent into the underground and got on a bus I had no clue would get me anywhere close to work. I roughly knew the route, but not every twist and turn, not…

  • You Can’t Be a Hostess Forever

    “As much fun as it is to live not knowing when you’ll be cut or how much your next paycheck will be, you can’t be a hostess forever, Restaurant Gal.” This from my right arm who left a few weeks ago. She got a sales job. She has a family to support. She loves the…

  • Sweet Surrender

    Some 18 months ago, I went to the dentist, keeping my twice-a-year appointment like clockwork. All was good, as always. Sure, I could floss a little more, but couldn’t everyone? Otherwise, perfection. “See you in six months,” said my hygienist. “It’ll be winter when I see you again, and we’ll complain about the cold,” said…

  • On Angels’ Wings

    I ponder death every time I fly. I try not to dwell on it. Sometimes, I do. Like when the gate agent says, “Have a safe flight.” What, she couldn’t say, “Have a nice flight.” She has to use the word, “safe”? Fine. My low-grade fear, however, does not keep me from flying. I love…

  • Crazy Eddie–His Prices Are INSANE!

    Crazy Eddie. Heard of him? If you live in the northeast and are of a certain generational vintage, you most certainly have. His were the ads for absolutely every type of late 1970s and early 1980s “cutting-edge” electronic equipment, from stereo speakers to, well, whatever you could buy back in the day. You couldn’t ignore…

  • My, My, Where Has the Time Gone?

    I thought Restaurant Gal’s first year anniversary was coming up soon, but I wasn’t sure exactly when. Next week? This Thursday? Turns out, it was last Sunday. So, there we are. And here I am: three restaurants, two job titles, 194 posted posts, two serious media inquiries, a lot of links, thousands of reads a…