It doesn’t take long for someone working in the restaurant industry to begin to hate their customers. Servers, if they’ve truly cut their teeth in this world, have had some of the most outrageous requests coolly leveled at them by the fat, the beautiful, the intelligent, the loud, the young and the old. The time i used my wine key to remove a clubugoer’s vip bracelet because ‘it was making [her] wrist sweat’ or the bachelorette party hostess who required her ribeye to be cut in half and cooked ‘very well done’ never indicating how she might like it cut – width-wise? lengthwise? butterflied?
These stories add up over time, and here you will find the best of the worst. My industry friends and I will post here as much as possible, with the stories and people who make waiting tables the lucrative hell that it is.
