The Last Jewish Waiter

(That’s Toast) He’s Doing Better Than Us   So it’s Sunday at Katz’s and I’m working the crazy triple! Nine AM to Nine PM, breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s ridiculous. At Katz’s twelve hours can feel like a lifetime and I’m just starting to get sick. My chest is congested, and my head is shrinking […]

I went in early to work with Marty who I affectionately call ‘The first Jewish Waiter’. Typical breakfast bullshit, I order two blintzes for one table, and they were made 20 minutes apart. That is always bad. Luckily nobody got hurt. Today was special because it is game one of the Knicks playoffs, and I […]