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The Bitter Bistro Throughout the Last Decade--Year 2010

It's hard to believe that another decade has gone, let alone another decade working in the fucking service industry.  So many customers, co-workers, managers, taxes, tips, forgotten Cosmos and overcooked steaks have come and gone throughout my career.  I've decided to use this month to go through past blog posts throughout the decade and see how much I've grown and or gotten more bitter through the past 10 years.  You're welcome!



In January of 2010, the start of the decade, I wrote about babies.  It was short and sweet.

A baby is a parent's top priority, but that doesn't make it a server's priority. I would get pleasantly annoyed when people would present me with services that their baby would require. "Can you wash out the baby's bottle and fill it with lukewarm water?" "Bring the baby's food first, but not too soon. And don't let it be too hot!"

News flash parents... we're servers, not sitters. Take care of your kid's necessities before you set in my section. Let me take care of serving you filets and cabs, while you serve your kid peas and naps. That way the only one crying during your meal will be just the baby and not me.

At that time I was dating my soon-to-be wife, and we had no immediate plans of having children.  But I was constantly asked to cater to new parents asking me to warm up their bottles of formula while I was busy with other tables.  Now I'm married with a 2-year-old and I know for a fact that we would never burden a server or bartender to warm up some formula or milk.

Also, why be so trusting with your baby's food?  I know how obsessed we were with keeping everything clean and sanitized around our daughter, but to give a bottle that your child is going to be drinking from to a complete stranger who has touched multiple people's dirty plates and glassware to handle is beyond assinine to me!  And gross!  Stop what you're thinking, I always washed my hands after clearing dirty tables and such, but still !?!

I am still amazed at how many people bring their newborns into restaurants.  I get it, you want to get out of the house because you're going cray-cray, but think about the environment you are bringing them to; a place that's loud, busy, and germy.

I guess I haven't changed much in this circumstance.  Oh well.  I guess I get back to washing out some baby bottles and warming up some formula.

Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.

"Bitter.  Party of 1?  Your table is ready."

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