Paying it Forward

Chef E,

Well, GOD one day turned into 5 !!! I'm just the busiest ex server ever these days... But I wanted to let you guys know what happened to the Finklestein family over spring break!

Okay.. so we go to the focaccia bread and Olive oil restaurant for dinner.. And we're eating... pretty much shoveling it in, although I did split a meal with my niece and had my girls split a giant spaghetti dinner. We eat... we're beached whales... we relax for a moment.. we think about dessert and then realize we needed to be able to walk out the door, not be carried.. the meal was nice, Shine(that's what we'll call the hubby) and I had both our mothers there and we were still in a good mood. Didn't have much dinner conversation.. I think we were starved when we arrived and I pretty much just drank 400 glasses of ice tea and concentrated on the food..

ANYHOO!

SO Shine says.. "Can we have the check please?"

The waitress.. (pulls out the check and then puts it back) "Uh... someone has taken care of your check... anonymously..(we're all just staring)..your meal has been paid."

Me... "well I hope they took care of your tip.." Me laughing hysterically... her not so much.. "I'm just kidding... do we need to tip you? Did he take care of you??" 

Oh yeah.. she smiles. You don't need to tip... OMG... I started looking around the room.. for the person who randomly picked up our 125 dollar tab.. WOW... that is so amazing.. I seriously couldn't believe it.. People are so cool... 

So we tried to be discreet and not freak out and look around trying to figure out who it was...

On a side note.. when Shine and I went to see Robin Williams when he was here, we tried to go to this restaurant and it was PACKED. 1 1/2 hour wait. Well, we walked right up and this guy asked if there was a party of two.  "Right here! we said..." and proceeded to eat dinner with this great guy and his daughter... 

So this place is really happening for us....right.... Wanted to share something HAPPY!!! 

Happy Full Moon peeps!

Chantel

This Blog is grossing me out...

okay... it's been 50 years since I've posted.. Girl, I have been BUSY.. but when we do post a story.. it always shows us just how sick people really are... I mean DISGUSTING... it reminds me of a TV show a friend of mine was on.. it lasted about 5 minutes.. and I think was on FX.. It was called Starved. It was about people with FOOD ISSUES... now these are very serious diseases.. anorexia, bulimia, being 150 pounds overweight.. but quite frankly I'd much rather watch Bob on the biggest loser swing his purse around in the weight room than watch grown men "act out" the life of a bulimic dude... ewwwwww.. in a comedic way. There's nothing funny about picking a donut out of the trashcan after you've poured bleach or detergent on it and eat it.. I think that's what the guy did.. I couldn't make that up. I mean the imagery... it's stayed with me, scary shit, like a scene from "silence of the lambs, or the sixth sense.." I don't feel like capitalizing by the way.. so tomorrow, in honor of things less gross.. I'm going to post what happened to me and my family at that fancy restaurant chain that serves alot of bread with olive oil and let's you write on the tables...

Peace out,

Chantel

Managers on Parade Volume 1!!!

The over-stimulated, super-hyper, could be really churchy but probably on cocaine manager....

This dude uses lots of cliches... he says things like "Let's Rock n Roll", "Let's Go Guys!!!" He's Richie Cunningham in a chef's coat.  There is nothing he can't hear or handle, and he usually has a permanent grin on his face.... a little bugger sugar here and there gives him the energy he needs to get through one of those GOD FORSAKEN restaurant days that start at 6:30 am when he comes flying through the swinging door to wake the dead. He's never an asshole, he's a yes man and a people pleaser, but don't expect a straight answer.  He's the kind of guy who asks how you are and is already in the next country when you turn to answer him..

The Newborn

The Newborn is the worst.  I take that back, next to worst. We'll get to that a little later... The Newborn hasn't been a manager very long.. as a matter of fact, they've either been hired fresh out of Half Ass University where they have a degree in hotel/restaurant management. They ate out once.. that's as far as their real life restaurant experience goes.. This type of manager gets on everyone's fucking nerves. SOMETIMES they can be nice, but super annoying because they're slow, molasses syrup slow... they don't know the lingo...they screw things up, they also don't know ANYBODY, who's a good waiter.. whose got their head stuck up their ass.. they don't know that" we NEVER speak to Sarah until she's had 14 cups of coffee and certainly don't comment on her wrinkled shirt in the shift meeting." Because now, NOW that you've done that, she will be BITCHING her head off about you for the next six weeks!.. GREAT!!!! Thanks!

It's WHOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEEEE on SALLLLADSSSS? Bob... let's tell them what they've won.....

Okay... This blog is NOT just about Salads... I want to say that now... but this week has been very tough for me, Chantel... I have had the worst allergies known to man.. I am Hacking and Wheezing like some old mountain woman sitting on a stump and chewing tobacco and smoking a pipe at the same time. ANNNNNDDDD. I drank some REALLY bad box wine last night..all the while watching the Oscar's and pulling the tap, like it was Country Time Lemonade... (for those of you who don't know) Box Wine in the year 2009 is actually kind of pricey.. I mean this was no "Freixu...whatever that was.." Or Ernest and Julio Gallo in a jug... God, what would happen to me if I drank that shit today... the last time I drank that stuff I was talking to myself in my friends mirror all night long waiting for my gay boyfriend to come home from the bar... what can I say... I was 19, it was the 80's and mall claws and mullet's were all the rage... but that's another story.. for another blog.. Tonight it's WHOSE ON SALADS all the way from Cashvegas, Nashville, TN...Let's welcome  Marjarie to the show....

Hi Marjarie! How are you this evening...

Well, I've been better Chantel, the restaurant business is a bitch... but that's why I love it..

I hear ya, I hear ya.. well let's get right to it then..

Chantel and Marjarie get comfortable and start chain smoking cigarettes....

I have a new life as an owner of a diner here in East Nasty, and this bitch keeps me busy 18/7 (the other 6 hours are spent sleeping/drinking copious amounts of alcohol in order to keep the insanity from kicking in all at once) Anyway, tonight was one of those nights. One where we continually ask each other if perhaps it is a full moon. And since LAST Friday was Friday the 13th. I know that wasn't it. Let me begin with Table 1.

Table 1 is the very first table you encounter when entering.. right next to ye old front door. Also known as the Simon and Garfunkel table. ( If you've been to my place, then you know why that is.) I'm in the window Expoing for the rush when one of my servers comes up and says

"The lady at Table 1 is puking, what should I do?" 

My first instinct is to cringe, wrinkle my nose, and reply

"OOH. Gross." Then I remember that I actually own this place and probably expected to do something about it. As luck would have it, the very next tray of food slated to leave the kitchen is for Table 2, so I can run their food while simultaneously taking a sneak peek at 1, if for no other reason then to ogle the gross puky lady. I thought "Maybe she was starting to feel sick and any second would make a bee line to the bathroom. Nope." She sat right where she was, vomited in her napkin and approximately 27 other towels my server brought for her for maybe 1o minutes. Then she and her companion hung out for awhile longer, with a pile of vomit/filled rags sitting on the table. No offer to dispose of them, or ritually burn them in the parking lot or anything. Then they paid the tab and left. Three guesses what lucky person got to bus Table 1.

At this point, I am seriously reconsidering my decision to own a place rather that slave away for the man.

Fast forward about 30 minutes. Dinner rush is in full swing. Apps, are flying out the window. New tables are sitting only seconds after they have been bussed from the previous folks. We are busy. Somewhat "in the weeds" if you will. Another server comes up and says, 

"Ummmmm. I've had a couple of people tell me there is a problem with the women's bathroom. I think someone put oranges in the toilet."

I'm thinking, "Is this a euphemism for something and I'm just not hip to the lingo?" I certainly have never heard that phrase before. Drop the Cosby Kids off at the pool, choke the brown snake, take the Browns to the superbowl, Yes. Oranges.... Not so much... Of course, I remove my apron and go investigate. Sure enough, deep in the toilet, is what appears to be a whole orange covered with tissue. WTF???? So, I make the server retrieve the litterscoop for cleaning our outside ashcans and fish that puppy out. I mean, I already did my part, by cleaning up 82 vomit rags earlier. It is someone else's turn. Besides, I sign their paychecks?

" Oh, yeah. I would've have hated me too..." Anyway, turns out it is a pair of orange panties wadded up almost flushed.

"Come on, ladies.!!!!!! There is a garbage can in there!!!"

Well, those are the two capers for the night. All in all, it was just one of those filled with odd requests, odder people, and strange occurances all of which I'm sure will be rehashed with increasing hilarity over a few cocktails and cigarettes. And we'll do it all again tomorrow..

Well, thank you Marjarie, for that precious story... that is both disgusting and revolting.. you've got to hand it to those crazy mother fuckers out there...

SO tune in tomorrow for "Your favorite Running duty".... no where else but "in the weeds...."

Signing out,

Chantel Finklestein..

The door opens, A bitter waiter takes a drag on his pretend cigarette opens the cooler and screams "Who's on Salads?"

Well, it's that time again. Time for "Who's on Salads?" After going through many submissions,  this one takes the cake. This one get's the shift shot, win's weekly sales, this one gets exempt from singing the STUPID birthday song... Let's get right to it. Welcoming,  Nitrus Food Runner to the blog..

Stained Apron

Several years back I worked at a restaurant in Texas which I will not name. Let's just say that it is a Houston based "cajun concept" that shleps out drinks with names such as "Swampthing, Gatorwater, and my favorite.... the Dirty South!". The turn over for waiters in this establishment was quicker then shit through a goose. Much of this turn over was due to the constant nagging and crazy maker attitudes that the managers were required to have in order to get the job in the first place. One such manager that we had at the time was a crafty, bald on his head but hairy everywhere else, cocaine addicted, gay, jewish man who did not like a particular waiter that worked there at the time. Which was strange because he tended to like everyone and he was the one manager that we waiters liked. The waiter was not a particularly "hot headed" sort of person but you could tell that slowly but surely the manager and the establishment were breaking him down. BEWARE OF THE BITTER WAIT!! I can't remember what the final straw was but what ever it was sent the server over the edge. He quietly slipped back into the bathroom and then we watched as he walked from the bathroom to the front door all the while holding his apron at arms length and then like that, he was gone. A few of us walked over to the large windows behind the bar and watched him as he walked to the back of the parking lot, where the entire staff including the managers, were required to park. As he approached the managers brand new, forest green, Ford Bronco, he unfolded his apron and revealed a 10 inch long turd! Then he smashed that bitch right onto the windshield! No one said a word to the manager who was diligently looking around for the waiter, who was of course, long gone in his car by now. Just as the manager's spool was about to entirely unwind, right as he was on the edge of freaking out about the missing waiter, a red faced woman walked up 

"Yes, I need the number for the corporate office and I want my meal for FREE!"

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" 

"Well, some son of a bitch just fucking smashed an apron full of shit onto the windshield of my car!" 

Of course, the manager was in shock. The woman had the exact same car as he did! Needless to say she got what she wanted as well as a free car wash!

Last I heard, that manager was still bald and working in a "windy city" for the same chain.. 

"Can I get an Ashtray?"

Good Evening... our first "Who the F#*$ is on Salads???" Please welcome "Lola" from Fort Worth, TX....

"We had this manager Ricardo. He was an original manager of an  Italian Restaurant that serves ALOT of Salad and Breadsticks. I was in SMOKING.. remember that? The smoking section...  We could never keep ash trays. The servers were always running off with them to smoke.. Or they would break every 5 minutes. You know, how smoking would go from  no tables to 4 tables in about 5 minutes and everyone would sit down at once. Well of course that happened to me and we had no ash trays. What the F#@$! I ran around the restaurant twice, looking for them.. So I go back to the managers office.

Lola:   Ricardo.., I need ashtrays. I'm in smoking... And there are no ashtrays anywhere..

Ricardo: I don't know what you should do... (looking up from a paper) I guess you should look again.  I don't have any  ashtrays back here.  

 So I run out..I'm searching under to go boxes.. dry storage.. the usual places.. And I don't know what the hell to do, so I go back to the office yet again!

Lola: Ricardo... (exhausted) What should I do about the ashtrays.. I can't find them anywhere!

Ricardo..What do you want me to do? What the F&$# do you want!!! (He whips around)  "I guess I could shit you one.. I would SHIT you one if I could!!! GOD!!!!!!" 

A normal human being.. manager with a purpose would have run across the street to Albertson's and got me one... or 20! Instead I'm handing people a giant tumbler... oh let me put a little water in that for ya...

Thank you Lola for that little jewel... Oh how we love the restaurant manager on a power trip..

OMG! It's ALREADY "WHO'S ON SALADS" AGAIN????

Okay people... I have to say it. I have totally slacked off on the blog this week. I've started running again in the afternoons and it's leaving me feeling like a limp noodle, I also want to eat an entire pizza afterwards. I have a few submissions for Who's on Salads?? and they are good. Some are G rated, some PG and some would make the dumb and dumber people blush.. I mean, it's customer service and people will be people.  Another thing that I spent 2 hours last night reading was Pioneer Woman. GOOD GOD, that's good literature for blog land. I'm referring to the story where she meets her husband... It's so Brokeback Mountain, so The Quiet Man... anyhoo... look for a "who's on salads" horror story coming soon!