Last week, I read a thoughtful article on this site by Jamal Frederick entitled “Tipping While Black- The Struggles of a Black Barman.” I encourage you to read it. It offers keen insight into the racial attitudes and discrepancies characteristic of tipped service work. It also reinforced the strong opinions
The service industry: where dick jokes never get old Living and working in the performing arts usually means I spend more time behind a bar, (or in front of one) then I do on stage, or sitting at a desk writing my masterpiece. In fact you can end up spending
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Hi GUYS! It’s been a second. Sorry about the delayed finale to this series, but I’ve been travelling/hungover most days in the past month and I just really didn’t feel like doling out recommendations to you because there’s a part of me that thinks maybe I should clean up my act and calm down and put a halt to this raucous, unstable, indulgent, satanic party of a lifestyle.
Visitors, even natives, to the city are constantly searching for the right place for special occasions. Where’s the perfect lighting for a proposal? Which brunch restaurant have children’s menus? Can I get a birthday reservation at that Indian restaurant for Saturday?
I don’t mean to make this an angry rant…buuuuuuuuuut…. One of my table I served tonight at work gave me $110 on a $107.09 tab…that’s 3.65percent tip! It took all of my willpower not to throw the money back at them, or snap a sarcastic remark about them needing the $2.91
Though Sue Smith’s case on Brokelyn for being a server in New York restaurants was pretty on the money, I’d argue that sometimes, having a low-status office job can have its advantages as well– especially if you’re a freelance writer who hates physical activity and kids and cleaning gross things
I like to cook, but I find that it’s occasionally worth it to pay someone else to do it for me. I’m talking about dining out, people, living in style. But those costs can add up, and restaurants trick you into spending more (hey, they’re businesses). Here are some ways
The other weekend I attended the most drunken brunch I’ve possibly ever been to– or if not the drunkest, the most booze consumed at one brunch. There is one place responsible for this. Namely, Le Comptoir in Williamsburg, which is luckily within stumbling distance from pretty much anywhere in that