Waiter Rant

This guy knows what's up. He had a blog for X amount of years, then was picked up by a publisher, and turned his blog into a book. Every words he writes is relatable to any server, and 90% is dripping with sarcasm (which is the only way to deal with being a server).

I feel like any server could write an entire book based on their own experiences. If anyone works, has worked, or has eaten in a restaurant, you HAVE to read this. And here's the most recent rant of my own.

The scene: Elephant Bar, early afternoon. Table 31.

"Miss, miss!" A table (not my own) waves me down like a second grader who needs permission to go to the bathroom. Out of obligation, I stop.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Is this the Lunch Stir Fry with Chicken?"

"Yes it is. Is everything Ok?"

"Oh, well I just wanted to make sure, because I was thrown off by these" she says, holding up a wonton.

"The wontons?"

"Oh is that what that is?" (Her 85 year old friend looks on to incredulously examine the supposed wonton) "I thought, well, because our waitress is Hispanic, that they might be tortilla chips."

Side note, their waitress was not Hispanic. And if you do come in, fear not, our Mexican waitress will not put tortilla chips on your food as an homage to her culture. And our Jewish server won't litter your artichoke dip with matzah balls. I could go on...