Hello. This is my first attempt at a blog, so I'll start you off with some background as an appetizer...
I am a 25 year-old male. I graduated from Princeton University in 2003. While at Princeton, I played football, joined an eating club (think co-ed frat), and attempted to drink my weight in beer every month.
I started waiting tables after my junior year of college. Now, four years later, I work a desk job during the week. On the weekend, rather than blow my hard-earned money, I wait tables.
Serving helps me keep life in perspective. I have found that you can judge a person's character by how they treat a server. I'm not just talking about the tips (which are nice, don't get me wrong), but about a person's demeanor. Some folks translate "server" as "servant." These are some of the people that you will read about in this blog.
You will also read about some of the people I have worked with over the years. Servers are a different breed. They are colorful, vibrant, often amazing and, at times, strange folks.
The names have been changed, but the people are real.
I have worked at two restaurants. One is a casual (read "bunch of random flea market crap on the walls") restaurant. The other is a higher-end bar. Both are in the suburbs.
I found Waiter Rant a couple of months ago, and I got hooked. The Waiter is a masterful writer, and I don't pretend to be his equal. However, I think that I have a gift for storytelling, and hopefully I can provide any readers with a dollup of enjoyment, a dash of enlightenment, and a sprinkle of entertainment. I'd appreciate any comments- good, bad, or ugly. If you want to throw your own story into a comment, feel free. I love a good story.
So without further ado, let me introduce you to....