There are many books about waiting tables penned by frustrated authors and wannabe loser actors, so why should I add my tiny voice to the fray? Because all of these treatments are milquestoast pussywhipped stories written so as not to offend anyone. I read these books and I get a sneaking suspicion that the author is afraid he/she will be found out and lose their job. Inhibited bullshit. Fuck that.Since then, the writing seems to have become more temperate and polished...quite delicious, in fact.
I will remain anonymous so I can tell people what this job and working in the great American “service economy” is really like! All I will say is I am a waiter in a high end restaurant in the NYC area. The stories are true but some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and my self form litigious customers!).[sic]
A grazing menu:
Gloria CubanoOh...and now that Frank Bruni has posed as a waiter, the Waiter Rant blogger would like to pose as a New York Times food critic. Do it!
How to Order Wine Without Looking Like An Asshole
Dead Waiter Doppelganger
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