“All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.”
– Jack Kerouac

Monday, February 13, 2017

Friday Night

Starting another weekend of work at the restaurant.

"This place is really Ralph Lauren”—I think was the dumbest thing I heard anyone say all
The person was saying this as they were walking out of the restaurant after dinner.
It is his restaurant. It was a Friday night crowd. Though it seems to be getting worse on the weekends lately.
Maybe I am imagining this since it has probably been that way for a while.

I had three tables in a row start the exact same way. Before even getting the specials out, one
of the guests on the table blurting at me: “What are some of your best known items on the menu?
I mean what are the specialty dishes here? What are you best known for?”
“the burgers. The steaks. The meat dishes”
“What are youre signature dishes?” the lady says again.
This table in particular seems like its going to be difficult. They are already very loud. They
seem like they’ve had a good start already with the drinks. It’s Friday night though and I guess
people are looking to blow off steam. I’m probably not the server they wanted to have either.
Probably not your best Friday night fun guy waiter. I was in a bit of a slump already. The first
day back of 4 nights and its hard to get into it. Im thinking about all the furniture im trying to sell
and how im going to get this move going.