Resturant Stories

simplehonesty

8 Oct 2011

The day I saw red

My first time

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was working at a restaurant in a Michigan suburb. The manager was a black guy named Reggie. We both had a close relationship, because he brought me with him from another local restaurant. I was working along side this rea...

GemGeekett

1 Feb 2011

The Heat

Spring in New Orleans. The nighttime air is still crisp but warm compared to my hometown in the North. I revelled in the warm Mississippi breeze, letting it kiss my skin and breathing it all in. Pushing my way through the drunken debauchery on Bourbon Str...