Recently, I was turned down from a position as a personal assistant because I “only had restaurant experience.” It takes little imagination to guess the thought process. My kind is facing extinction and my only choice is to move on.īut where is there to go? Everywhere else I am considered “unskilled labor.” I have sent my resumé far and wide to no avail. In my 15 years working in restaurants, I’ve established job security and enough connections that if something happened, I would be fine. But in the wake of this pandemic, many restaurants were forced to shutter permanently, leaving many without jobs to return to. Almost all of us career waiters were forced into unemployment, along with most of the country. Well-meaning customers often asked, “What’s your real job?” That’s my real job it’s a real job. However, there is so much more that, if done right, goes unnoticed.
Many believe the misconception that my grandmother so eloquently articulated, that “anyone can pick a plate up and put it down.” Yes. We resolve issues with unhappy customers, becoming experts in customer relations and retention, and we cultivate core groups of regulars who become more like family than guests. For the boisterous North Carolinian with the dad jokes, we are informal and goofy, ready with bawdy puns for the persnickety finance bro, we gently communicate which steps of service he should anticipate, lest he assume it will not get done without his direction. We learn to read people, recognizing which types respond to different kinds of service and alter our personalities accordingly. Working essentially on commission, we devise tricks to maximize volume, shaving minutes off turn times, while making everyone feel so enamored by our service that they want to thank us in the tip line. We thrive under pressure, developing methods to get the most work done in the least time but elegantly and seamlessly.
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For the last decade, I’ve been at Mary’s Fish Camp, which has become a second home.Īnyone who sticks around and becomes a “career waiter” knows how to navigate the restaurant ecosystem, striking items off a mental to-do list that grows by the second and on which everything has a deadline of now. Baking Company when brunch was becoming an integral part of people’s weekends in the early 2000s, then Back Forty just as the nose-to-tail movement was taking off. Tuesday, November 17Īlexis Dubon, waitress, New York City: I’ve been waiting tables at restaurants for 15 years. Eventually, I would like to continue some version of my pop-up when this pandemic is behind us-and hopefully with all the correct licensing. So I’m out of work and looking for odd jobs. But the numbers are worse than ever-Washoe County has more than 5,000 cases, and I don’t like the idea of bringing people together at a time like this. I love handing the food directly to people, and I love cooking outside. It’s a relief, really, not to be out with the crowds. Most important, I never had any complaints and I never saw anyone throw away their food. Some nights I knew every face that came by, and some I didn’t know any. Some nights I dragged home 10 pounds of beef (it’s still sitting in my freezer). Why am I even doing this? An hour later, I was rolling out a few more orders, and that guy came back to tell me he loved it and to ask when would I be there serving food again.Īfter that, service was smoother. He took a bite once per minute, and I thought this guy is just choking the meal down: He hates it. He took a few bites of the burger and set it down to mind his iPhone. The caramelization of the beef was the only thing holding the patty together. It stuck to the grill press and nearly fell apart. I placed the first beef ball on the griddle and smashed it with the grill press. I felt out of place, like everyone knew I was some fraud, and thought, This guy can’t be serious. I rolled the flattop into the corner, hyperaware that everyone could see me dragging in several coolers and drawing up a sign on some cardboard right there on the spot. I must’ve run eight or nine pop-ups over two months. He was willing to do anything to make sure his employees kept their income. This made my situation sort of funny: David was allowing me to serve food without proper licensing so he could keep the bar open.
So bar owners got smart, and they started requesting food trucks to post up in their parking lots so they could continue business. Bars were closed-unless they served food. At that point, in September, there were partial shutdowns around the city.
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