My suspicions are confirmed.
I long to have no suspicions.
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Surely some of you remain.
So I’m applying the transitive property.
Tournament level ping pong.
Ka-dink. Ka-donk. Ka-dink. Ka-donk.
Oh, Trust, how I miss you.
Dear Feastlings, Years ago, the accountant I used to use told me something I value to this day, regardless of the numerous things that made me decide to change to the accountants I adore: “Trust,” he said, “but verify.” Having survived, all these years later, a dining room manager who embezzled about $24,000, and sketchy, […]
(Semi) sweet isolation.
Dear Feastlings, As much as I run around the dining room at Feast, checking on guests and being sociable, and handling this or that major or minor issue in the kitchen, be it produce that arrives substandard (if it arrives at all,) a staffing problem, or a figurative or literal fire to put out, and […]
Promises made, promises postponed.
Coming soon: more promises.
Ghost town, or not.
Less and less ghostly, all the time.
Coming to you from a quiet restaurant
An unusually quiet restaurant.
The glamorous foodservice industry
Those cooking shows need to follow someone while they runs tedious and frustrating errands. THAT’S reality.
Three in a row
Three minor failures followed by three moderate successes.