Crabcakes......To Go!!!!

Here is our newest entry, and I think worthy of sharing! Think you can top it? Send me your story and let readers from Tables decided.

"A business party of three, two gentlemen wearing suits, and a woman in business attire. To set the stage, they have ordered a bottle of wine, apps have just been dropped and they had already placed their entree orders. Crabcakes, apparantly did not agree with the older of the two men, who then rushed off to the restroom. Lets just say he didn't make it. Between the two bathrooms, we have a nice foyer of laid tile, covered in crabcake projectile. A server alerts me to a foul smell coming from that area so I investigate... I proceed to throw a tablecloth over said vomit, and get a wet floor sign, just before three of the prettiest ladies in the restaurant walk up to use the restroom, smell the perfume of fresh puke, see me with puke n my hands, and turn around. As soon as that was wiped enough so that no diced peppers were to be found, I decided to open the restroom door....mistake. The party of three got their food to go, and left rapidly. Someone once told me, that the test of a good manager, is that they will do the hardest, worst work in the restaurant, willingly. I proved myself to be that person, with the table from last night."

Dancing in the Dark

This story was too good to not share! Last night a co-worker, after returning from the restroom (and washing their hands for the full 20 seconds with warm soapy water per CDC) returned to the dinning floor to wrap a guests food to go. After efficiently clearing the table said co-worker went to reach in their pocket to grab their tool to remove crumbs from the table cloth. Although my co-worker could feel the tool in their apron pocket they could not manage to find the opening for the apron pocket. After vigorously searching, whilest hunching over to visually examine the obstruction said co-worker realized that they had put their apron on backwards, and had for the past 30 seconds been (with both hands mind you) rubbing all over their pelic area while at the same time hunching over with a look of extreme confusion and concentration. Not to mention the self prescribed genital exam was provided tableside! Kudos to my co-worker for bringing back the flare of tableside service! Now if we could only bring that enthusiasm to the presentation of a Baked Alaska, Cherries Jubilee, or insert your own terrible old pun here.