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“…I want to make sure you are treated well,” said the GM who had hired me, but for whom I had not gone to work five months ago. But over these five months months, we had bonded over a few phone calls about the larger private parties he wanted to book at my place, and…

No, I had never been to this place before. I had never been to this restaurant that shares my age, but which has seen far more history unfold before its plate glass windows than my eyes will ever see in a lifetime. My kids have each been there dozens of times, frequenting the place throughout…

“What’s wrong with the coffee drink?” I looked around. Oh, you’re talking to me? “You, what’s wrong with the drink?” I glanced down at my now-empty tall drip. I used to get the mocha this and the caramel that all the time. But of late, they seem too sweet, too heavy–and they take too long…

When you have a reservation at a resort restaurant, you check in a half hour before your reservation time so you can get your table approximately 20 minutes past your reservation time. But RG, you ask, how is that a reservation? Trust me, in resort time, many reservations are a modest goal that hosts try…

I am slowly but surely changing my ways. I no longer eat candy for breakfast. As a result, I have discovered yet another diet that allows me to keep my girlish figure–the eat-a-big-enough-breakfast-because-you-won’t-eat-any-food-the-rest-of-your-shift-until-you-get-home diet. It is amazing. Oh sure, there’s a half-hour “lunch” break written into my schedule–but please, let’s be real. It’s restaurant life…

“Why would we go there?” “Because they didn’t hire me.” “Yeah, so exactly why would we go there, then?” my girlfriend asked. She is willing to be a guinea pig at any place I choose for our bi-weekly night out, but she was definitely wondering about my latest suggestion. “Because. Curiosity. You know, how are…

Friends and I recently dined at a spot located an hour away from my city in what used to be called “horse country.” The entire restaurant harks back to an era when horses ran this area, and the people who owned the horses ruled. This was a time when the social calendar was marked by…

“Sit down, right there,” the mother directed her son and daughter, likely ages 8 and 10. They were clearly out-of-towners. “And don’t talk to anyone, ANYONE,” she almost scolded them. The kids scurried off to a nearby table, while Tourist Mom stood in front of me trying to figure out what to order. The cashier…

My friend and I finally figured out a night when we could get together for dinner. She has a new job. I have a new job. We have to coordinate a multitude of logistics every time we want to see each other. Among many other things tonight was, when does she get off? When can…