"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.
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.
Valentine’s Day is the same in every restaurant I’ve worked at but a couple of years ago, I watched one customer accidentally arrange two Tinder dates for the same night.
You can make a hell of a lot of money as a drug-dealing restaurant hostess.
People are extraordinarily dirty-ass eaters at a buffet. They steal food and think that they don't have to tip—even after I clean up the shells and bones they just throw on their tables.