The Bitter Bistro

I survived another Dine LA restaurant week.  Dine LA is the St. Patrick's Day for foodies.  Most of the people participating in it are amateurs, don't go out in public much, but somehow think they are culinary critics.  Pretty much all the people who write on Yelp. I had three Asian ladies sitting in my section.  They were giving me a very bitchy vibe, but I tried to ignore it.  One of them was drinking wine, but they all were there for Dine LA.  When clearing the first course, the wine lady yells, "I'm not done with that!" when I tried to clear her plate.  She had her fork across her plate and only had a piece of lettuce left. Then at some point, the wine lady snaps at my co-worker, holds up the wine menu and says she needs another glass.   Listen up:  Not all servers look alike, you racists! They get their entrees, and then, the real bitchiness happens.  They call me over and the wine lady asks me about some of the greens on her Seabass. "Is that

The more things I see and hear about Yelp makes me believe that this company is owned by the Nazis.  Extortion, pay-to-play reviews, and false info make this company a necessary evil for businesses in this day and age.  But it's not right, and now even the Yelpers are trying to cash in on the blood money. I found this a few weeks back through Bitchy Waiter .  It's one of those lame "People Like Us On Yelp," stickers--a would-be 'badge of approval'--that was being auctioned off on Ebay .  My favorite part of this has to be the description of the item: I have for auction something that you just can't put a price on. It took me 16 long, hard years to earn this and you can have it for just 1000 peso's. I have sweat, shed blood, walked miles, been a slave, worked my entire behind off (its really true, I can't even sit in a chair, I just fall straight to the ground), and downright given my soul for this sticker. It is BRAND NEW and st

Many years ago, we declared our independence from the tyranny of Great Britain, and began our journey as a country.  I'm sure that after signing The Declaration of Independence, the guys went out for drinks and apps at one of their favorite restaurants to celebrate the start of a sovereign nation.  And they were likely served by a waiter who wasn't able to get the day off, even though he had requested it off a month prior. I can only hope that Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Richard Stockton, and the 53 others made it worth their server's while by tipping him well, because he was stuck working all day while they were getting drunk and waiving their Cocked Hats around while folk dancing to "Yankee Doodle." The July 4th celebrations will continue on from today throughout the weekend.  Remember that bartenders and servers have not declared our independence from customers, so when you put your "John Hancock" on your credit card slip, leave a 20% tip.