Word: waitressing
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...high quality of the cuisine. Our journey through Veneto started with warm, grainy bread served in a wooden bowl. We were presented a delicious white bean spread flavored with garlic. The paste was a refreshing alternative to butter and we had to agree with our waitress that it was “absolutely addictive...
...cold appetizer” (the menu divides its lighter dishes by temperature rather than character) was spring vegetable antipasto with crispy flattered ($9). The waitress promised that this would be a spunky, impromptu plate of the chef’s whims. Perhaps exhausted from culinary globetrotting, the chef did not seem to put too much effort into ours. While the eggplant spread was great on the house-made flatbread and the marinated fennel showed signs of life, the various pieces of unadorned cauliflower, asparagus and potato fell very much into the “I could make this?...
While the band makes some damn fine music, the predominantly BC jock crowd—dragging BC girls in small shirts and tight pants behind them—concentrates on finding a late-night mate. Still, waitress service makes getting a drink quicker and easier than it ever was at the Grille and $1 drafts on Wednesday nights make the price right...
Tommy's Mexican Restaurant is a homey little joint with red vinyl booths and murals of Mayan ruins. Papa Thomas Bermejo greets customers, while daughter Candy punches the cash register and son Julio presides behind the bar. The roar of ice crushers blends with mariachi brass. The waitress, in a worn T shirt, scuttles about at 78 R.P.M., hoisting platters of sizzling enchiladas...
...lips were glossed, my wig was secure and my Nerf-ball breasts were supported underneath the Hooters halter-top I had borrowed from my waitress sister. After the standard introduction—“Live from Fayetteville, Georgia!”—the curtain rose and I flashed my Vaseline-laden teeth and marched confidently in the opening parade, introduced as “Contestant #7, Attila ’da Honey.” For the second year in a row, I was sure the crown was mine for the taking...