The Last Jewish Waiter

Waiter Meeting So last weekend on Saturday morning me Ishmael, and Marty were sharing a lox and onion omelette and talking waitering. If you didn’t know, Ismael is an Egyptian in his fifties, Marty a jew around the same age. I don’t remember exactly what was said, but I remember it was something like this: […]

The words roll out of his Egyptian mouth with a cold ruthlessness that could rival the Emperor from Star Wars or any really cold villain with a bit of an accent. Ismael is easily one of my favorite people at Katz’s, probably one of my favorite people period. He is in his fifties, he has […]

It’s a pretty busy Thursday afternoon, when the mild mannered man in a checkered, short sleeve button down shirt sits down. He is a bit heavy and has a thick greying mustache with head hair to match. He wore square glasses, and looked like a math teacher, or a not too successful accountant. “How many […]

Disclaimer: Opinions of The Last Jewish Waiter are not necessarily those of Katz’s Deli. Mother fucking Challah Rolls. How long can I blog about this? I’m like six posts in, and i think I’m done. Who wants to read about these horrible moments in a life? It was the end of a grueling double when […]

Disclaimer: Opinions of The Last Jewish Waiter are not necessarily those of Katz’s Deli. It’s Friday morning, spring time in New York. We had a long winter and spring is just a wonderful time to be alive! Things are greening up, and warming up, and becoming just very pleasant in general. Everywhere but inside Katz’s […]