Tales of a Starving Waitress

Hello! Happy Day to everyone!

So the other night I went out with a friend for dinner. We traveled over to the infamous Greenwich Village to explore and find some good eats. After walking around a bit (there are lots to see in this eclectic area of NYC) we decided on a stylish and welcoming place called 1849 on Bleeker St. They are known for their wings...and many of you reading this know how much I LOOOOVE me some good wings!

The set up of the place is much like many others here in which it's narrow and long. The bar was in the back of the restaurant and in the front was a sitting area. On one side there are a line of cozy lounge chairs (much like the ones at The Old Spaghetti Factory for those of you who can relate) and on the other side is a line of wooden tables against the wall. So, me and my homeboy had dinner, and drinks, and enjoyed these fabulous wings all at the bar. When we were ready to leave he excused himself to use the facilities and I proceeded to get up and sit in one of those cozy lounge chairs that I had been eyeing.

So I go and sit and almost immediately this tiny thing of a waitress comes over and says to me that that area is for dining only and that I'm not allowed to sit there. Okay.....I move. Oh....and it should also be noted that amongst the about 40 or so tables, there were probably like 3 of them occupied.

I move over to one of the wooden tables to sit, drink the rest of my beer, and wait for my friend. This waitress comes over again. I think she's coming to apologize for snipping at me.....no....she says again that those tables as well are for people who are only there for dinner and again, I have to move. Now I'm getting pissed. I tell her that I had just finished dining at the bar and am simply sitting here for a minute to wait for my friend to come out of the bathroom. "What", I said, "I spent money here and bought a meal, but just because I didn't eat in your station I can't sit down?" Guess not...she tells me I have to get up.

So I go back to the bar and my friend comes back. I said, "Ohhhhhh..... do I have something to tell you." "What?" "It's cool," I say, "let's just leave and I'll tell you outside." So we walk out of the restaurant and just as we are doing so the girl walks right past us....I couldn't resist. I looked her dead in the face and said, "Have a nice night Bitch."

She follows us arms up a-blaring and once we get outside on the other side of the bouncer/doorman, she stands on the other side of him pointing at me and telling him not to let me back in EVER. I just look at her and blurt, "Oh come on....why don't you go back to night school and get yourself a real job. "

She huffed away and I tell the bouncer, and of course he apologizes, all the while flexing his cheeks doing his best not to burst out laughing. He then turns around to look and see where I had "tried" to sit; seeing now that ALL of the tables are empty.

Well.......that's another night in the Big Apple for ya. We all know the economy's bad, but geezzzzz how desperate for money can a girl get?