"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.”
“I barged the toilet door to find this girl, one leg on the disabled bar, being humped over the toilet by the busser.”
The tension between them slowly built up day after day. Working alongside them was the equivalent of living in the ‘hood when two rival gangs were at war, you could almost cut the tension in the kitchen with a knife.
If you can picture it, I’m 6’ 8” and 315 pounds. I was always considered the nice guy out of my friends, and I don’t have a threatening or intimidating manner. But I’ve now been doing security for eight years.
A sprawling wine list can be overwhelming, and if you don't know much about wine, there's a good chance you're going to get swindled.
In this edition of Restaurant Confessionals, we hear from a restaurateur who makes ends meet through less than legal means.
You could tell there was something dodgy about him. He had this toolbox that didn’t have any good knives in it.
"I think the customers like my jokes. I guess you kinda have to be there to get it at the time."
Swingers, stoners, and so much nudity.
Everyone is so thrilled to get these weird topiaries of fruit, and every day, I’d get a glimpse into someone else’s life.
"Anything that anyone could get their hands on, they were grabbing it. I saw one guy get hit by a table and he just bounced back and punched the other guy."