Dear Bitchy Waiter,
I am a BIG fan and wanted to write you a big fan letter!
I love your stories, your writing style, your humor and your
attitude. myself served for 10 years and let’s just say I was not the kind of
server who crouched down and ecstatically announced that I, Jolie would
be your server for the evening. It was more like “Please ignore my disdain for you
while I take your order.”
I admit fully that the last 9 and ½ years I served may not
have been my best work and I apologize to anyone I served after 2008. Except the entire
film crew of the straight to video movie “You Can’t Win” You were all complete assholes.
Just because you are a famous actor (Michael Pitt) doesn't mean you can walk into
my bar shoe less and smoking a stogie.Your cast party was like Lord of the Flies, and yes I will
lose my job if you have booze in your hand after 2 am.
Also to every single Australian tour group who stayed at my
hotel before and after their Cruise to Alaska,
but refused to tip anything at all and when you sat down as a group and I added a 20 percent surcharge, you refused to pay it,
argued with me about how tipping
is not required in Australia and after calling my manager made me take it off
the bill .
(Thanks for the change on a 327.00 bill. I made 3.00) Then
the next night you all made sure you sat at separate tables so as not to incur a
surcharge as a group then openly spoke as I was serving you about
how you showed me! Question! Do you not remember getting
on that airplane and sitting for hours and hours until you
were no longer in Australia?
Well that means you tip according to the customs of the
country you have entered. And as Australians are constantly travelling (because that is
all they ever talk about) Then I can only assume you know better as you feign innocent ignorance and cheaply make your way across the globe.
I digress…Well those days are behind me now (fingers
crossed) and even though I do
still have the occasional serving nightmare, I am back to
being a normal calm human being and no longer a
martini making ticking time bomb.Which brings me back to why I am writing you this fan
letter, your stories are brilliant and so funny and I
can relate to every one of them. Thank you for bringing me back to a time that wasn't always so great and making me see it
through your eyes.
I hope you don’t mind if I reprint some of my very favorite
articles. And Bitchy Waiter
If you are ever in Seattle
I would be honored to take you out on the town
Best Wishes
Jolie Shanoian C/O Skippy Jack Productions
Posted on April 30, 2014
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If
you’re looking for a restaurant in Las
Vegas that will give you an “awesome” experience as
well as a raging case of clogged arteries, look no further than Guy Fieri’s
Vegas Kitchen and Bar. Just like cream rises to the top, douchiness floats over
to Las Vegas
and bathes in a puddle of Axe Body Spray. Guy Fieri has taken the wonderful feedback he received for his New York City restaurant and decided that the
world needed another place for him to piss out Donkey Sauce on to piles of meat
and cheese. There was a time I liked Guy Fieri, like when he first
appeared onAmerican Idol’s Next Top Chef
of So You Think You Can Food Network or whatever the fuck that show was
called. I watched it and thought he was entertaining, but after he became more
famous his ego got out of control. And then a few years ago, it came out that
hemight not be cool with gay
people and that put the
final nail in his flame-covered coffin for me. Eater Las Vegas has posted his new menu on line and it
sounds like Guy has taken his signature bullshit and elevated it to
a-whole-nother level of crap. I can’t let that menu go past my bloodshot eyes
without addressing some of the food on it:
Sashimi
Won-Tacos $14
Everyone’s fave ‘cuz they’re
wicked tasty! Sashimi grade ahi & serious mango-jicama salsa are packed
into wonton taco shells + drizzled with “wow-sabi” cream.
I can’t stand a menu that uses
phrases like “‘cuz” because it dumbs
down this country. And who burned the
midnight oil to come up
with that clever combination of wasabi and wow?
Guy-talian
Fondue Dippers $13
Pepperoni-wrapped breadstick
twists served alongside our smoky provolone + sausage cheese dip, topped with
fresh tomato bruschetta. Guy-talian?
How adorable. Who the hell thinks
it’s a good idea to wrap a
fucking piece of pepperoni around bread and dip it
in cheese sauce?
It sounds like something that Domino’s came up with and then
they
decided it was even too fucking tacky and disgusting for them to
pawn off
on America.
Los
Nachos Del Jefe $14
The boss don’t mess
around…crispy corn tortilla chips are topped with corn tortilla chips topped
with black beans, chorizo, cheddar + cotija cheeses, slivered red onions +
jalapenos, built to make each nacho the perfect bite!
More
bad grammar in an attempt to make the dumbasses eating here feel more at home.
Just say that the boss doesn’t mess
around.
Vegas
Fries $12
Order ‘em in the city they were
born! Sidewinder cut fries are tossed in spicy buffalo sauce, topped with blue
cheese crumble+ served with Guy’s blue-sabi sauce.
As if one pun with wasabi wasn’t
enough now, we have a second
one. Are they saying that these fries were
previously in existence
and people know what “Vegas Fries” are? Like all over
the world
people have been ordering Vegas fries and wondering where they
were
created?
Morgan’s
Gnarly Greek Salad $13
Guy’s take on the Greek salad
will send you on a tour of the Mediterranean with its bold flavors, hearts of
romaine, fresh veggies, hummus, feta, Parmesan croutons + tangy lemon
vinaigrette. Toga not included.
Ha ha,
a toga reference. How very Animal House of
you, Guy Fieri. I just feel sorry for the server who has to say, ‘Okay, so
that’s one Morgan’s Gnarly Greek Salad, right? Like, cool, totally bitchin’,
dude.”
Brutha’s
Badass Caesar Salad $15
Chopped romaine lettuce,
croutons, lots of Parmesan cheese + Guy’s favorite Caesar dressing are loaded
into a crisp, garlicy mega-crouton.
I don’t think I understand this item.
I picture a huge crouton, the
size of a motorcycle helmet, that has been carved
out and stuffed
with limp salad. I bet the only reason this Caesar dressing is
Guy’s
favorite is because it’s the only one he could find at Costco.
The
Mayor of Flavortown Burger $17
The meat blanket of seasoned
pastrami sends this burger outta bounds. Swiss, caraway seed slaw, dill
pickles, onion straws, Dijon
mustard + an “awesome pretzel bun” finish off this bad boy.
Is a meat blanket anything like beef
curtains? Because if the answer
is yes, then no thank you.
Tatted-Up
Turkey
Burger $16
This burger is a work of art
like Guy’s tattoos. Smash-grilled with poblanos & pepper jack. Topped with gouda, ancho bacon, sweet
pepper red onion jam, LTOP, donkey sauce + served on an “awesome pretzel” bun.
Yes, let’s compare food to tattoos
because whenever I ask what
something I am going to eat looks like, I like it
to be referenced to
skin art. And where exactly does donkey sauce come from? I
picture some sad little burro in a cage that is “milked” twice a day
by an
illegal alien named Maria.
Parmageddon
Wings $13
Our breaded chicken parmesan
wings + apocalyptic marinara. They might not end the world, but they’ll end
your hunger!
I can’t with this.
The
Motley Que Sandwich $17
Straight from Guy’s BBQ krew.
Pulled pork smothered in Guy’s bourbon brown BBQ sauce, citrus slaw, pickle
chips, aged cheddar + onion straws…stacked on an “awesome pretzel” bun.
Any time something is spelled with a
K instead of a C, it
automatically makes it kewl. And enough with the fucking
awesome pretzel bun.
Guy’s
Cheesecake Challenge $12
A huge mountain of cheesecake
topped with potato chips, pretzels + hot fudge.
Three out of four Golden Girls just
rolled over in their graves.
Good luck, Guy. I’m sure your
restaurant will be a huge smash hit.
In today’s world, all you have to remember
is “if you pour cheese
on it and call it awesome, they will eat it.”
Filed
Spring
time made a brief appearance last week and it must have sent people’s hormones
into a tizzy right up there with their allergies. The night at the restaurant
started off normally with a couple who were happy to be with one another. There
was sweet hand holding across the table and some goo-goo eyes going on, but
nothing out of the ordinary. Then the next table that came in was the same way.
And the next one and the next one after that. At one point, we counted five out
of the six two-tops holding hands and it wasn’t even fucking Valentine’s Day.
(Or if you’re my boss,Valentimes’s Day…). Spring is in the air.
Then came in the couple who sat at
Table 7 and they made
everyone else look like they were on their first date at
the Sadie
Hawkins dance in the sixth grade. These people looked like they
were
ready to slap on some lube and get busy in a booth. Of course
they sat on the
same side of the booth. I don’t get that. I want to be
able to look at the
person I am eating with without having to turn
my neck 90º. I suppose same-side
booth sitting is helpful for hand
jobs, but not much else. This woman is a
regular but she has been in
with many different men over the months and years.
“Whore” is
such a strong word, but for the sake of this blog, let’s call her
that.
Whore is the touchy feely type with her dates and always insists
that
they be touching each other throughout dinner. She floats
somewhere between
smothering and controlling. The guy she is
with this night seems just as into
it as she is. Their hands are
intertwined and he keeps brushing the hair out of
her eyes. She, in
return, brushes his hair out of his eyes. I hold back the
voms.
I hate to interrupt their foreplay,
but I do need to see what they
want to order for dinner, so I wrap myself in a
condom and
approach the table. I don’t want to accidentally end up in an
unprotected threesome. After reciting the specials, they quickly
decide on an
appetizer and entrees and go back to making sweet
sweet love with their eyes.
Her arm is constantly around her beau’s
shoulders and she stares longingly into
his beady little rat face. His
hand are in her lap and I can’t be sure what was
going on below
the
table, but I cannot rule anything out, because “horny” is an
understatement for this pair.
When their zucchini pancakes are
ready, I slide them onto the table
managing to keep a safe distance of any
errant bodily fluids that
may be coming from them and then I retreat to the bar
to continue
watching the show. The zucchini pancakes come with a sour cream
and
chive dipping sauce. It is remotely disgusting to watch him dip
his finger into
the ramekin and then put that finger into her mouth
as she sucks it clean. If
this is any indication of what is to come,
there is a very sloppy and very
awkward blow job in their future
and I can only pray that it happens after they
leave my section.
Their food comes out of the kitchen;
penne pasta with a mushroom
cream sauce and the roasted chicken breast. In
between bites, they
give each other little kisses, his porcini-y, hers brussel
sprouty. She
goes to town on that chicken skin and I think that if this guy is
not
circumcised already, he most definitely will be by the end of the
night.
They eat their food quickly and as I clear the empty plates
away, he releases a
soft burp in her general direction. I imagine it to
smell like mushroom,
zucchini and uncertainty.
They ask for their check and she goes
to the restroom to either
wash her hands or insert some form of birth control.
When she
returns, she leans over the table while her boyfriend signs the credit
card voucher. His hand is resting on her ass and my eyes are
resting on his
fingers as they slowly creep lower and lower towards
her nether region. When
his hand is just to that perfect point to cup
her ass, his fingers then slowly
slide into her taint area. The
bartender and I watch with horror as she tosses
her hair and giggles.
These people need to go right now. I will clean up
spilled soda,
spilled water and spilled coffee, but I will not clean up spilled
pre-
ejaculate.
Spring is in the air.
“It’s always Friday and always shitty.”
That
deafening roar you heard across the land on Monday afternoon was the sound of
every TGI Fridays server bemoaning the new promotion that started at their
jobs:Endless Appetizers.
Yes, that’s right, someone who works in the corporate office of TGI Fridays
probably got a two million dollar bonus when they sharted up this idea.
Beginning on July 7th and running until August 24th, customers can pay $10 and
get an endless amount of loaded potato skins, pan-seared pot stickers or some
other fried piece of crap until they are bursting at the seams with MSG and
other Sysco products. Don’t worry about the server not getting tipped by people
who are eating a lot of food but not spending a lot of money because marketing
officer Brian Gies says that sharing is discouraged. Ummm, yeah.
I can
see it now, can’t you? Four teenagers show up but “only two of us are eating”
they say. They sit down at your only money maker, Booth 5. They ask for for
four waters and one asshole orders an endless order of boneless buffalo wings
and another asshole orders mozzarella sticks. The server spends the next three
hours running back and forth from the kitchen as all four teens shovel handful
after handful of defrosted food into their eating holes. “At the end of the day, our
servers aren’t policemen,” says Gies. “We’re not going to slap
someone’s hand if they reach over and share someone else’s mozzarella sticks.”
In other words, “We don’t really care if the servers get totally screwed by our
customers and make no fucking money. As long as we have people in the
restaurant and we can continue to sell sub-par food to them, we are satisfied.”
When the four teens are finally too bloated to stuff one more cheese stick into
their bodies, they get their check which is for $21.65 and they leave the
server three dollars. Hurrah.
I also predict that parents will
bring in their brood of five kids and
order one endless app for the table and
easily feed five kids on ten
bucks. Of course they will only do this if they
can’t find someplace
where kids eat free. “Well, it ain’t free, but it’s only
two dollars a
kid,” says Ma Kettle as she sucks down her third Blackberry Long
Island Tea Shaker. “And if I only gots to pay ten bucks for all them
children
to eat, that means I can afford to get the Jack Daniel’s®
Sirloin and Grilled
Lobster Tail. Thanks, TGI Fridays!!”
Some
analysts think that the bold move will destroy the TGI Fridays chain,
but let’s be honest. Wasn’t TGI Friday’s pretty much already a big piece of
crap? Who the hell even eats there anymore? I guess that’s the reason they are
desperate enough to try this approach. It might bring in new business, but it’s
not going to be quality business. It’s scraping the bottom of the fast-food
chain barrel and it’s only going to make TGI Fridays go the in the same
direction of Bennigan’s, Fuddruckers and Friendly’s and that direction is the
toilet.
The Endless Appetizer Promo will end
on August 24th, but I would
like to suggest some other ideas for them to try
for their next bid
for relevancy:
·
No Tip Tuesdays: Come in on Tuesdays and order
whatever the fuck you want and then stiff your server. We don’t care. (This
offer is also good on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and
Monday.)
·
TGI Fridays Frequent Diner Program: For every dollar you spend you get a
point. The more you spend, the more points you get and once you reach 10
points, you can redeem those 10 points for a free party for 200 of your closest
friends. The party will consist of unlimited pitchers of water and three orders
of Tostado Nachos (you must pay extra for the toppings of refried beans,
seasoned ground beef, melted cheese, salsa, sour cream, house-made* guacamole
and jalapeños.) You don’t really have to tip your server, because we don’t give
a shit. [*house-made is not really house-made. It comes in a big plastic bag
that we cut open and squeeze into ramekins.]
·
Buy One Dessert Get Five Free: Yep, you heard right. All you have to
do is pay for one crappy ass Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie and you get five more
for free. We are happy to put them in a to-go bag for you or you can stay all
night and eat them, we don’t care. And don’t bother leaving a tip, it doesn’t
matter to us.
·
Complain On Facebook: If you go to our Facebook page and
leave a negative comment about anything at all, we’ll make sure to send you a
gift card to make up for the fact that you found a piece of plastic in your
birthday cake or that the bartender took too long to make your drink and it
ruined your Girls Night Out. We also give you a “Get Out of Tipping” card to
give to your server so that you don’t have to bother with that pesky extra 20%.
We hate our servers.
·
Your Weight in Food: Step on our TGI Friday scale and
whatever you weigh is how much food you get for free. If you weigh 250 pounds,
you can get 250 pounds of whatever you want. 250 pounds of Jack Daniel’s® Ribs?
Sure! 250 pounds of mashed potatoes? No problem? 250 pounds of Parmesan
Meatballs? You betcha! The more you eat the more you weigh and the more you
weigh the more food you get for free. It’s terrific! The only tipping you’ll do
is that of the scale. In fact your server will leave you a tip, because we totally don’t give a
shit about our servers or if they make any money whatsoever.
Good luck, TGI Fridays. And my heart
goes out to all those
servers.
As if it wasn’t already bad enough to work at
TGI Fridays.