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This Is Why I Blog
September 24, 2004

So I pulled a shift at The Restaurant last night.


At about 8:00, The Drunk Guy came in.


Now, The Drunk Guy has a reputation in the industry, so you have to treat him with kid gloves. If you ask him to leave or give him any grief, he's been known to pee - everywhere. And nothing says bad steak like a drunk guy peeing next to your table.

We've heard stories, but he's never been in The Restaurant so he was somewhat of a myth.


Until last night.


We all sort of froze, not knowing if we should call the police or just ride it out to see what happened. We opted to ride it out, hoping he wouldn't stay long.

The kicker? He brought a pizza.


So a member of our waitstaff approaches his table and before she can say hello, he demands a menu.

She complies.

He wanted a steak.

And he wanted fries.


"But I do not want French fries as I hate the fucking French!"


No problem. One steak with steak fries coming up.


He ate his steak and fries. Gulped down 3 glasses of water and left.


No peeing. No fussing.


His tip?


A slice of pizza.


And this, people, is why I blog.

Because you just can't make this shit up.


Posted by Foodwhore at September 24, 2004 09:34 AM

LMAO!!!!!! My God, you have got to be kidding me. Thankfully he kept his bodily fluids to himself that time around.

As a former waitress, I thought I had seen it all when it came down to tipping.....never in my entire time of waitressing was I ever "privelaged" enough to get a slice of pizza as my tip. He probably thought he was quite clever.

Posted by: Lina at September 24, 2004 10:04 AM

He must be related to my neighbors.

Posted by: Averyl at September 25, 2004 03:39 AM

Reminds me of the drug addict who vomited (why do they have to do that?) at my favourite cafe, Bakers on Brunswick Street, one night many years ago.

They served such great food at that place.

Such a waste ...

Posted by: kitchen hand at September 25, 2004 06:22 AM

I hope you weren't 'pooling' the tips. Where'd he get the pizza from? Was it in his drunken pocket? Yuck! ~;^)

Posted by: thefoxymama at September 26, 2004 06:38 PM
 
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