Good thing he didn’t ask for milk…

On Adam’s last day, Rob is sitting at the bar eating lunch.  After he finishes, he says, “Hey Adam, can I get a couple of oreos?”

Adam replies, “Dude, you don’t work here anymore, you don’t get free shit.”

What happens to the bar fruit at the end of the night...

Homeless guy to Rob:	Hey man, could you help me out.
Rob:	You know, I don't have any cash, but could I interest you in a fresh box of fruit?
Homeless guy to Rob:	Nah man, forget it, I'm good.
Rob:	We'll I'll leave it by this garbage can in case you change your mind.

Old School Fridays Fun

The Steak Story

Last Saturday two women approached the bar with the following story:

They had ordered to-go food the previous night and were upset the steak fajitias were not well dun.  They had talked to Howard the same night and he told them to bring the steak in and he’d provide a fresh order. 

(Of course Howard wasn’t there to validate the story.) 

As the story concluded, one of girls pulled out a ziploc bag full of steak from the previous night.

“See, you can tell it’s not well dun.”

I pretty much felt nauseus instantaneously.  Did this girl really just pull out day-old steak from her pocket? 

I explained the situation to Dave who told me to give her a fresh order. 

“She has the steak?” He asked.

Oh yes, it is very real.

In the next pic, Rob is holding the steak. 

Law & Order : Fridays Downtown Chicago

Yikes- Fridays is turning into a crime scene!  I can think of four instances over the past two weeks involving some sort of “guest conflict” (to say it nicely). 

Instance #1

Saturday, Feb 21

Another guest decided to not pay his bill.  Seriously, why do people think this is ok?  Bri alerted the security guard, ran in the back to grab a manager and was ready to call the cops.  The security guard approached the guest asking him to pay his bill and immediately the guy got defensive.  I didn’t see too much, because the restaurant was packed, but I heard a lot of shouting and I think I was two seconds away from a homicide scene. 

This is also the same day that Kyle’s life was threatened for accidently bumping into a guest.

Instance #2

Saturday, Feb 28

Pretty much the same thing.  The kid didn’t want to pay the bill and gave the security guard a hard time.

Instance #3

Tuesday, March 2

I stopped by on my day off to help Carly with the schedule.  I’m in the office and Kyle walks in, “I got a guy trying to pay with a personal check because his debit card doesn’t have enough money.”

Carly leaves to help Kyle and returns two minutes later, “This guy just wrote out a check to the white house for $2.”

Deneen called the non-emergency police who showed up on bikes, then called a cop car and escorted the guest off the premise.

Instance #4

Wednesday, March 3

Didn’t see it, just heard about this one.  Apparently a party of teenage girls sitting at table 90/91 were being so obnoxious they could be heard in the kitchen.  A guest sitting at a bar table approached the girls and told them to stop acting so ghetto.  This just escalated the situation to an entirely new level, which prompted other guests to leave out of irritation.  The guest sitting at the bar table then began shuffling dollar bills at the girls which just took the situation to a whole new level.  Rob didn’t even think about it twice as he literally pushed the girls out the door.

Wait, before you go, did I tell you about our stripes rewards membership?

"Late Night Ghetto Hour…Mothafuckers"

Rob in song

Talks with Tina

“Hey Tina,” I say enthusiastically, “You look like you’re dressed as an adult tonight.”

“Really? Because I’m wearing Jason’s shirt.”

“Well, I guess you’re boyfriend knows how to dress like an adult.”

an hour later…

Tina:

“I need to get my serving shift picked up.  Someone said they’ll do it, but I don’t know if they still will.  Why do people write on the sheet that they want to pick up a shift and then don’t?  Lecretia does that all the time.  I’ll ask her to pick up a shift and she’ll say she can’t because she’s going to a party.  Then why did you write that you can?”

Rob:

“Hey Abbey, can you work Friday night.”

Tina:

“No!”

Did this really happen?

Two Mondays ago, I went to work with my usual uninterested attitude expecting a dull, slow night.  I  went about my business, but was slightly elevated when a familiar face sat down; Tim, an upper-level executive from Victoria’s Secret who enjoyed sharing stories of how ugly the models really are.

He sat down around 7 p.m. and did not leave until last call at 12:30.  Throughout the night he made lots of friends, and one in particular benefited me highly. 

Around 9:30 a guest sat down quietly and ordered a grey goose and tonic.  Tim leaned over and told the guy, “Order from Kristine, she’ll take good care of you.”  Within a few minutes Tim and the new guest wanted to do a shot and somehow we decided on Absinthe. 

After that, the quiet guest turned into Steve, who worked for the second-largest law firm in the world and who wanted to buy everyone around the bar shots and food. 

Three or four shots later…

Steve and Tim made a new friend who they called Toronto.  Toronto and his cool, calm, collected self, did not seem very interested in Steve and his increasingly loud demeanor.  When Steve wanted to give Toronto his e-mail address and could no longer see straight, he asked me to do it.  Steve, in his changed state of mind suddenly offered me a hundred dollars cash to write his e-mail down.  I naturally refused and the offer instantly changed to two hundred dollars.  Toronto pointed his finger at me and said, “Kristine, you take that money and put it down your shirt right now.”  

How could I refuse?

The night continued and Steve became louder and more belligerent, but also more generous.  He started buying food for guests walking in the bar and demanded more shots.  At this point, Rob became concerned with Steve’s increased level of intoxication and obvious disruption of the guests.  Rob very generously offered his support to cut Steve off.  I hesitated since Steve was buying customers food + drink and basically throwing money at us.  Rob decided to issue a friendly warning, which actually resulted in Steve tipping us more.  Steve pulled me to the side and said, “You’re not going to kick me out, are you?  If I do decide to go to the strip club, will you come with?” 

Twenty minutes later, I was surrounded by Tim, Tornoto and Steve as we calculated how much additional tip Steve should leave on his three credit card slips.  Steve wanted to do a crescendo starting at $50, increasing to $75 and finishing at $100.  

Finally, Steve wanted to take his grey goose and tonic to go, which is when I finally decided to deny him.  He looked disappointed but perked up when Toronto agreed to go to the strip club with him.  Steve left with one wish, that I remember him next time he visits, a request that I can easily fulfill…if he ever returns.