<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:50.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Aprons and Broken Glasses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454.post-8775760443321063091</id><published>2008-04-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:16:37.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cory loves his job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/SBYGaKS-oVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ywIRrqxjfiM/s1600-h/n15938750_33939492_913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/SBYGaKS-oVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ywIRrqxjfiM/s320/n15938750_33939492_913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194346266728767826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so I may be the minority here, but for the most part I love my tables. I enjoy people, and they pay my bills, even though what I have to do for them isn't all that hard. So, bring your kids, or your uppity attitude and I have no qualms because I'm just your server. I don't need your humble respect or overwhelming graciousness--just a decent tip between 12 and 20 percent, provided that I don't seriously screw anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot for someone that doesn't even know me to make me feel bad. I've got thick skin and it seems to help when dealing with the occasional jerk. I figure that the chip on their shoulder isn't my fault anyways and if I somehow make them feel better by just taking it with a smile or, better yet, finding a way to make them smile. Those types, along with the needy types, who run ya around a lot and implicitly try to belittle you, I view as a challenge, game and opportunity. If I go above and beyond in some way or another, then I will often get a great tip. Very rarely does someone give you less than ten percent when you gave it a hundred and ten percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I guess the part about serving that really roasts my chestnuts is when I can't do my job as well as I would like. For instance, when I have wait for change or a computer, or some other hold up when I know that there are empty glasses that need to be filled. Or when things work out to where all of the sudden I need to be in four places at once and then have no choice but to make people wait for service. I pride myself on paying attention to detail and being Johnny on the Spot with refills, clearing plates, etc before they have to ask. It's all about anticipating their needs and doing everything within my control to make things as splendid as possible. I feel that I am in the business of delight, not satisfaction. In order to make the most money from every table I have to exceed their expectations, not just meet them. Anyone who has seen my reaction to anything or anyone standing in my way of doing just that knows that I am way too serious about it :) But it's worth it when you know you made someone's experience that much more enjoyable or keep them coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265018857896567454-8775760443321063091?l=dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8775760443321063091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265018857896567454&amp;postID=8775760443321063091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/8775760443321063091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/8775760443321063091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/cory-loves-his-job.html' title='Cory loves his job'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/SBYGaKS-oVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ywIRrqxjfiM/s72-c/n15938750_33939492_913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454.post-4010513751784015642</id><published>2008-03-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:27:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's got a few words to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R9dpxU9eYsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HbDQnVWXIQY/s1600-h/n15921130_35849342_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R9dpxU9eYsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HbDQnVWXIQY/s320/n15921130_35849342_1633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176722592846734018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is another employee at The Pasta Factory. Here's what he advises customers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to use a coupon, tip on the sub total rather than the discounted amount. Just because you're getting free food doesn't mean we didn't do the work. And don't complain when you bring in an expired-ass coupon and we can't accept it . . AND don't complain when we can't combine six different coupons on one ticket making your total $-10.50. In the words of one sympathetic senior citizen, "I mean, how free can you get!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, try not to come in when I'm reaching to pull the string on the open sign to turn it off. I mean, I've already vacuumed and I'm really looking forward to getting my gin on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265018857896567454-4010513751784015642?l=dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4010513751784015642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265018857896567454&amp;postID=4010513751784015642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/4010513751784015642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/4010513751784015642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/2008/03/evans-got-few-words-to-say.html' title='Evan&apos;s got a few words to say...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R9dpxU9eYsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HbDQnVWXIQY/s72-c/n15921130_35849342_1633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454.post-6032931529880470334</id><published>2008-02-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:26:29.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R78TyPMEEpI/AAAAAAAAAME/wDMOVq9-DBk/s1600-h/n515313345_52734_695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R78TyPMEEpI/AAAAAAAAAME/wDMOVq9-DBk/s320/n515313345_52734_695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169872651036136082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a server, we have all had to deal with the crazy/stupid/bitchy/nice/demanding/moody/thankful customers that seem to "grace" our industry with their presence on a Friday night in a crowed dining room. We have some memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I mean really, who enjoys refilling that same diet coke 3 times within 5 minutes, or bringing a table more bread every time you pass them? HA! Not I! But I'll do it with a smile on my face, CAUSE I WANT YOUR MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;-We remember you more if you don't tip, and when you come in that second time, you will get shitty service. Even if I had you last time and you didn't tip me, I will talk about you to your current server and tell them how you didn't tip me. &lt;br /&gt;-Oh and we may seem nice to your face, but on the other side of the swinging doors my friend, it's a whole different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you don't expect to tip, go through a drive-thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Campers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with these people? Why would you come into a restaurant at 6pm before the dinner rush, be done with your entrees at 6:50, receive your bill at 6:53, the bill sits on the table with no credit card or cash laid out until at least 7:15, then I guess you finally realize your bill is there at pay it by 7:30, oh but it doesn't end there... You finally get up and put your coat on at 8:00 and leave the dining room at 8:10. Wow.... thanks you have successfully deprived me of a table in my section for the whole dinner rush as you have marked your territory by sitting in the same seat for 2 HOURS. Honestly, why would you want to sit and have a conversation in a crowded dining room with servers rushing around, babies crying/screaming/yelling, and kids running through the aisle like they are in their own backyard..... sounds like an uncomfortable conversation setting to me. As my friend Evan would say: "I SAID... GET OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Verbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as a customer says: "Thank you so much, you were a great server this evening".... It's over. That was your tip. Whenever the customer begins to say this phrase I just want to say "Stop talking, and write it down... You see that spot on your credit card slip that says 'gratuity?' Write down how good I was as your server right there. Thank You, Have a good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting on a family with small children, and then having to clean up that table after the family with small children leave, I am not sure if I will every want to have children of my own.... Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265018857896567454-6032931529880470334?l=dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6032931529880470334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265018857896567454&amp;postID=6032931529880470334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/6032931529880470334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/6032931529880470334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/tylers-tips.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Tips'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R78TyPMEEpI/AAAAAAAAAME/wDMOVq9-DBk/s72-c/n515313345_52734_695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454.post-3922546490421003557</id><published>2008-02-15T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:29:47.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R7XZ6_MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vz7s2--iiZE/s1600-h/n59502823_33587918_9987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R7XZ6_MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vz7s2--iiZE/s320/n59502823_33587918_9987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167275754895184514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie has bartended for about 3 years in Wisconsin and now in L.A. Here's the red-head's advice for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We remember when you tip well, and will take care of you...and vice versa...we never forget a face that doesn't tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you complain about the prices then ask for extra liquor, you will not get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't ever go into a bar expecting free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;3a) If you buy many rounds, tip well, are friendly, and/or come in often, your bartender will most likely buy you a drink or round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you have been 86d from a bar...don't go back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't start a fight with the bartender or bouncer...you will lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't walk into a bar talking shit about anyone that works there. First impressions mean a lot. (Stories will get back to them...hence the phrase "as the barstool turns")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) For LA: If you don't know if there is valet parking...don't give your keys to the guy outside the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you make your bartender laugh, they will most likely come to you first. If you try too hard, or creep them out, they will avoid you as long as they can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265018857896567454-3922546490421003557?l=dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3922546490421003557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265018857896567454&amp;postID=3922546490421003557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/3922546490421003557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/3922546490421003557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/maggies-advice.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R7XZ6_MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vz7s2--iiZE/s72-c/n59502823_33587918_9987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265018857896567454.post-3212136940373560800</id><published>2008-02-08T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:24:43.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R6yeX9Fwp1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/bERpY_v3hHk/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R6yeX9Fwp1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/bERpY_v3hHk/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164677007060019026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a 21-year-old college student who has worked in restaurants and bars since age 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my years serving tables and making cocktails, I've seen, heard and learned quite a bit about--about the service industry and about life in general. This blog, Dirty Aprons and Broken Glasses, is for servers and patrons. For servers, cooks and bartenders, it's a place to read funny stories and reply with your own rants and raves. For patrons, it's a place to get advice about how to be a better customer (read: TIP!).  Check back regularly for stories about serving adventures, updates on my weekends working at the bar, shot recipes and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: This is a photo of me serving my parents at Bar Austin in Alicante, Spain in June 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265018857896567454-3212136940373560800?l=dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3212136940373560800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265018857896567454&amp;postID=3212136940373560800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/3212136940373560800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265018857896567454/posts/default/3212136940373560800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyapronsandbrokenglasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945242123447788787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbGF36Ebqt0/R6yeX9Fwp1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/bERpY_v3hHk/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
