Oh, Are We In Your Way?
Yes, that was the question I was asked as I stumbled out the kitchen double doors, with a tray with six entrees on it...
All I can do is glare at them as I try not to drop a hundred fifty bucks in food...
Somehow a group of eight think standing two feet out of the door is acceptable, but not in my world. I'm sick of people that live life in a tunnel. Seeing only what's in the front of them, their immediate concern.
hanging outside the kitchen door probably isn't the best idea. I've nearly dropped food, spilled more than one glass of soda or wine on my sleeve, had a full tray jammed in my throat.
All because of unobservant people, guests, and yes servers even.
Look around you. If you're hanging out in an isle where many of the staff seem to be, move.
Standing at the bar between the brass rail??
Fucking move it!
That's the server station, not an area reserved for the ignorant.
Well, actually it is an area reserved for the ignorant, well because assclowns like you seem to gravitate there.
In the last months at my old place when my patience was gone, I'd ram them Mach 1, and watch them try to scatter.
Not getting the message, they'd be there again next trip.
Mach 2, Bitches.
That area is for me, not you. The reason it is empty is so I can load up on my Strawberry daiquiris, White Zin, or any other crap drink you guys will be ordering when you sit down.
Makes it tough to do when it becomes the most popular hang out spot, my old bartender refused to serve people standing there, and good for him.
I don't care where you go, what kind of wait is on, watch out for your surroundings, people that are serving or staff are there to work, not get stuck in line waiting for you, we'll do plenty of waiting at your table later. Now you're impeding my progress...
At my old restaurant people would line up five deep at that exact area, the worst place possible, in front of the bar and right around a blind corner coming out of the kitchen ally.
That's where it happened...
I come trucking out with my tray, abruptly coming to a halt.
"Oh are we in your way?
The double door swings back.
Hits my tray.