"I’ve seen a lot of things. More than just kissing, honestly."
“Please don’t put my full name in this—I’m about to tell you how much alcohol I give away.”
"That job was traumatizing."
From the hot dog stand cartels to the crown jewel of violations—cooking capybara in the park—it was anything but dull.
“In restaurants, it’s all called tenderloin, which is a cut. It could be of pork, it could be buff, beef—it could be human for all you know.”
For this edition of Restaurant Confessionals, waiter Thomas Clarke shares his frustration about being forced to sing the Birthday Song to strangers in the name of hospitality.
“I barged the toilet door to find this girl, one leg on the disabled bar, being humped over the toilet by the busser.”
You can make a hell of a lot of money as a drug-dealing restaurant hostess.