Birds of a Feather

He steps out of the restaurant into the vacuum of the cold night; the chatter, the clanging, the calling, closes behind him. The silence of the alley cools the pounding of the kitchen in his ears. He lights a cigarette and takes out his phone. The night air licks sweat from his skin. He scrollsContinue reading “Birds of a Feather”

New York City: Passion Personified

Four years ago, I had never worked in the hospitality industry. I had lived with four servers and one bartender from Applebee’s in college, and I had seen the movie Waiting. I had actor friends who were either wait staff or baristas. I’d had the fortune of eating in outstanding establishments, but I had neverContinue reading “New York City: Passion Personified”