by Dan Thomas » Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:06 am
In my twenties, I worked at a now defunct mini-chain of restaurants throughout northern New England known as Road Kill Cafe. Pretty much anything went there as far as service as long as you didn't use foul language. Think Ed Debevick's.
An example of this would be making people bus their own tables. This was particularly helpful during "leaf-peeping" season when the lines would be out the door and wait for a table would be at least an hour at most dining establishments where I lived in New Hampshire.
During these busy times I would also like to patrol the dining rooms with a very large meat cleaver and proclaim very loudly to anyone who dared complianing about the wait or how long it took for the food to come out, "Due to the raw nature of the food it must go through a process known as cooking. You'll get it when it's done!"
We had three dining rooms which were offered as "Non Smoking, Smoking or Secondhand Smoke". The menu descriptions were interesting as well. My favorite was for the ribs. Simply "Ribs: Good, Hitler: Bad". or the "Cook's Specials" because we can't afford a chef.
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