What's the plan?

Hi

How's it goin?

What's the plan for when you finish college?

That is a question. Obviously, that's why it has a question mark at the end of it. That's what that little squiggly thing with the dot means, and if you don't know that then you're a fucking moron. 
The above question however, is not just any question. It's a question I have been asked a lot lately, and the truth of it is I don't have an answer.

I am planning on applying to uni in Aberdeen and Edinburgh.

There is a course in Edinburgh which is designed for people in my position, who have just finshed an HND in TV. This particular course doesn't even have a first or second year. Anyone who joins automatically goes into the third year of a degree. I am also applying for a course in Aberdeen, but this course is apparently not very hands on, and very theory based, and as anyone who knows me well enough will tell you, I am a bit of an idiot. I am also unsure as to what year I would get entry to in Aberdeen, but apparently I am eligible for funding.

Which is nice.

However, lately I have been weighing up my options.

Is it worth while going to school for another two years?

Can I really be arsed moving back to Edinburgh?

Should I simply try and get a job after I get my HND?

This has been on my mind for a while now and with my HND only 6 months from completion I am somewhat lost. I am tempted by the Uni option, but if I'm honest with myself, I'm not good enough to go to uni. As I said before, I am a bit of an idiot. But at least I know I'm an idiot, a lot of people out there are blissfully unaware of their own stupidity.

Fucking Morons!

I have the option of looking for a job after I get my HND but I am highly doubtful I will find a decent job with only an HND behind me. I have heard stories of previous graduates from the institution of further education which I attend, going on to great things. However I believe these are the exception and not the rule. For every person who leaves and gets a dream job, 15 people are unemployed, or working in a shop.

Maybe it is time to simply accept my fate. Stop pissing about and just get a boring job.

But what would that job be?

To be honest I am qualified for very little.

I could go back to the restaurant world, but I don't think I could handle it anymore. I hate the public. I hate having the same repetitive fake conversation over and over. I don't really care if they enjoyed the meal or not. When someone tells me to say thank the chef, I always say I'll pass it on, I never do. When someone complains and I apologise for whatever went wrong, I don't really care. 

I used to. 

I used to take everything I did at work so personally, maybe that's when I was semi good at my job. But then I got sick of it. I think it was living in New York that changed me. The people there beat the good humour out of me. (Not literally, I wasn't actually beaten.) On guy actually did threaten to beat me up once, purely because his burger was underdone. I charged him for it because he informed me it was underdone after he had eaten it. He then threatened me.
Over a burger?
WTF?
(That means What The Fuck!)

So come June I honestly do not know where I will be or what I will be doing, all I do know is that school will be done, and maybe, so will I.


I've just re-read that last sentence, it sounds like I'm gonna kill myself or something. Don't worry, I'm not. I just mean done with further education.

I have little to no chance of getting a job in Aberdeen with my HND, and I'm not even sure if I want a job in this industry anymore.

The TV industry is on it's arse, and it's not expected to get any better any sooner. And since I'm being overwhelmingly honest, I'm not that talented.

So what's the plan for when I'm finished college?

I have no fucking idea!

So stop fucking asking!

Fucking hell that blog post was a bit of a downer eh?

Here's a funny video to make up for it.

And it's about ducks! 


And everyone knows how much I love Ducks!

If you can't see the video above thens top reading this crap on facebook and CLICK HERE

That's All For Now

Until Next Time

Have A Nice

Andy G


P.S. Did you see the image I put at the top of this blog post?


This one:

I found it doing a google image search, I searched for the phrase "Whats the plan?"
Do you know what was number 23 in the results for searching for that phrase?


This:

WTF?

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A letter from the past

Hi

How's it goin? 

As you may know, a couple of years ago I took a job working in New York, in a restaurant called Luigi's.

If you're at all interested you read about some of my adventures at Luigi's and all my other places of work HERE

Something that happens quite a lot in restaurants is swapping shifts, people used to ask me all the time if they could switch with someone else so they could have the night off or they needed more hours or some other reason which I didn't pay attention to. Usually the staff come to me whenever I am at my busiest, so I quite often ask someone to leave me a note and I'll get round to reading it later.

As regular readers should know, I recently moved house and as I was packing up my old flat, I found a box of stuff from New York, including my old notepad, and stuffed away at the back of that notepad was a note from one of the waitress's. It was a letter from Christina with a C. Not Kristina with a K she went mental and was never heard from again.

I can't remember why Christina with a C wrote me this particular letter, probably just to tell me that she would love me forever. Which is nice.

I can't say I blame her.

That's All For Now 

Until Next Time 

Have A Nice

Andy G 

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Two years ago

Hi

Hows it goin?

Two years ago on this very day, I worked what was supposed to be my last shift in Vincents.

People quite often ask why I left. The truth is I just wanted a change. I was getting bored, I had been manager for nearly 3 years and I was starting to lose interest. I needed something new, something different.

There were other factors that led to me leave Vincents.


Here are the 5 main reasons I left:

1: Someone was wanting to book a function for 2011 and the staff and I were discussing it and someone asked if any of the current staff would even be here then and someone said,

"Andy will still be here, he's a lifer."

That scared the crap out of me!

A lifer!

Bugger that!

2: I answered my own phone, on more than one occasion,

"Good afternoon Vincents Restaurant, Andy speaking, how can I help?"

3: I started hearing things. Seriously. All the time I kept thinking I heard the phone, or someone at the door, or my boss shouting my name when he wasn't even in the building. This happened constantly and was really starting to worry me.

4: I was meeting a mate for a drink. I arrived at the pub first, ordered a pint and sat at a table near the door in order to spot my mate when he arrived. The two old guys the opposite table were chatting away, they finished their drinks and stood up to leave. And then I said, automatically without thinking.

"Thanks a lot guys, enjoy the rest of your evening."

I said that to two random blokes in the pub, they looked at me like I was mental and walked out. I then hid my head behind my paper in shame. It was just a reflex. I didn't even realise what I was saying until after I said it.

5: I really, really hate the public.

I was in desperate need of a change in routine.

That's when the whole New York thing happened. A couple of years previously my good friend and former shipmate Ian had spent a year as Deputy Manager of a restaurant on Long Island. He told me they were currently looking for a new deputy and it included a place to live.


It was too good to refuse.


Or so I thought.

A lot of people also ask me how I enjoyed New York?

New York had good and bad points. It was pretty cool living in the greatest city in the world. Working in the restaurant was a bit of a mixed bag. Most of the staff were awesome and I'd like to think they didn't hate me too much. Even tho they did give me the nickname "Tray Nazi."

I was a firm believer that ANYTIME a drink is taken to a table a tray must be used. If I caught staff not suing a tray I would make them go back to the bar and get one. One waitress was so bad at not using a tray I duct taped one to her hand!

I left New York after nearly 6 months, business was winding down as it is mainly a summer restaurant. And I was getting really sick of the place. Not the city, just the restaurant. Business was slow, the customers were rude and I really started to hate the place. The owners showed no trust in me, and showed me very little, if any, respect. The general manager of 10 years left, he only gave them two weeks notice, but no one even had the courtesy to tell me. I found out two days before he left.

I was trying to help them run the business but felt ignored. I asked the owner about the General Manager leaving and if she wanted me to extend my visa so I could stay and help out. I had been working in the restaurant for 5 months at this time. I could run the place easily, and told her I would stay to help until they close for the season, or they find a replacement, but I needed to know today so I could arrange my visa and travel arrangements.

To which she replied,

"Oh you know about Dana leaving?"

Like I wasn't going to notice, I think she expected me to turn up to work one day and not notice a new general manager.

I explained he had told me earlier that day, and asked if she had a replacement in mind. I offered to stay longer, or at least until they find someone new. I was due to leave in 6 weeks and if she wanted me to stay to run the restaurant or to help train a new manager I had to know right then so I could make the necessary arrangements. To which she replied,

"I'm looking into it."

I asked if she had someone new coming, or was she interviewing people?

"I'll let you know, everyone else here has secrets, so i'm gonna have some secrets too."

What?

You're gonna keep secrets about a potential new manager from the deputy manager who is simply trying to help you run the place?

What the fuck?

It's not all the fault of the owners tho. To be honest I am pretty shit at my job. About 4 months into my time in NYC I simply stopped giving a shit. The customers were constantly rude. One guy threatened to punch me because his burger was under cooked. I did explain that if he told me this before he finished his meal I would have been able to do something about it. He took this as an insult, and said if he was 10 years younger he'd punch me in the face.

Fucking Americans!

It is sad, the restaurant had a great location, but the food wasn't the greatest and the kitchen often struggled to cope with the constant flow of customers.

So I left New York, earlier than I intended. In fact I actually left two days before my mates who flew out to visit me. It was the only flight I could get and I was desperate to get away.

Some people have said that I have changed since I went to NYC. They are probably right. At one point in time I actually liked my job, I liked the pubic, but over time the public have beaten my good humour out of me.


These days I hate everyone.

After leaving New York I headed to Edinburgh and started at Tapas Towers. And it was good, I was essentially on the bottom rung of the management ladder and that's where I liked it. I didn't have much responsibility compared to my previous jobs and the money was decent. But even then I had encounters with the demon spawn that are the general public. Like the Hairdressers From Hell. (I will write about them in the blog soon.)

When I first moved to Edinburgh I started to become disillusioned with the restaurant industry. I only had a couple of interviews before I found a job, but in both of them I was asked where I see myself in 5 years. In both case's I gave the standard answer, stating I would be a general manager or something similar.

But afterwards when I thought about it, I started to realise I sure as shit did NOT want to be a general manager in 5 years.


I hate the public, they are all cunts!


And I have gotten to the point where I have just stopped caring. I don't care if someone has to wait for a meal. It's a fucking restaurant and it's busy. If you don't like it then cook at home.

Have you not got a fucking kitchen?

This is really not the the correct attitude to have in the restaurant business. So I decided to turn back the clock and apply to go back to school. I applied to Aberdeen college and a couple of universities and the RSAMD. The RSAMD gave me an interview and then they sent me a very nice rejection letter and the university of west scotland gave me a conditional offer once they received conformation that my higher exam results were accurate.

They were not accurate.

So I ended up in Aberdeen college and those of you who read yesterdays blog post will know I am reaching a point where I can't be arsed with school now.

So that's been the past two years.


Two years ago I left Vincents with no intention of ever returning and now I am back part time and my hatred for the public continues to grow.

Fuck knows where I'll be two years from now. I quite often joke about how I will end up working in R.S. Mccolls, but the one down the road is closing next week. So it looks like that plans out the window.


I can always apply to work at tesco I suppose. Might be a bit awkward if a certain cashier is still working there tho.

Thats All For Now

Until Next Time

Have A Nice

Andy G

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Where's that accent from?

Hi

Hows it goin?

Another tale from my time in New York.

It was another fun filled day at Luigi's, (by fun filled I mean dull) after Labor day, the restaurant is dead. You go from being packed out the door with a waiting list to being lucky if you can fill half the restaurant.

So on this particular day we were very slow, this meant I was forced to speak to the customers. When it comes to chatting to customers I have about 7 standard jokes or crappy stories I usually tell, most of these have been adapted to be told quickly and not to cause any offense. We had a table of 6 in for lunch, and they seemed like a decent bunch of people. This was a rarity at the time so I enjoyed talking to them as they seemed to be genuinely nice people.

One of the older women on the table asked me,

"Now where's that accent from?"

This happens to me a lot. I've never had a particularly strong scottish accent, and I spent nearly 3 years dealing with hundreds of different nationalities while I was working on the ship, so my accent has almost disappeared. At this point in time I had been working in New York for over 4 months and I am told I had picked up a slight american twang. So it is understandable that it may be difficult to detect the Scottish in my voice. Anytime this happens with customers I usually do the same thing.

"If any of you can guess where I'm from, you'll get a round of drinks on the house!"

This usually gets a good response and leads to decent banter with the table, which usually leads to a decent tip, which is all that really matters in the end. And they very rarely guess correctly.

So we go around the the table, and everyone ventures a guess. And I heard the most random group of countries ever uttered since I've been playing this stupid game with customers, and I've played this a lot.

"Australia?"

"Germany?"

"Brooklyn?"

"Ireland?"

"New Jersey?"

"Sweden?"

What the fuck?

I stood there in a state of disbelief. Was my accent really that faded?

Time to start watching some vintage James Bond movies.

I promise you this is a true story. These are the genuine answers I received when I asked this table of 6. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I do appreciate the fact that I may not sound overly scottish, but what the fuck?

How could they be this wrong?

And how do any of those accents sound anything like mine?

It would be very difficult to pick out a more random selection of countries. And everyone at the table was serious. They really thought they had guessed correctly.

And the stupidest thing was, I had the fucking flag on my shirt!

I bought a St Andrews Flag pin to wear on my shirt, whenever I am out of the country I always feel very patriotic.

I told them they were all wrong and pointed to the flag pin on my shirt. At this point they all looked confused, then one guy said,

"That's weird, you don't look Jamacian."

Thats All For Now

Until Next Time

Have A Nice

Andy G

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I am Unemployed!

The grumpy old woman has her turkey in front of her, she still looks annoyed.

"You can stop now because I'm not listening" she moans

"Then what's the point in asking then?" I reply

"This service is not good enough!" The bloke next to her chimes in.

"Thats it, I officially don't care, I resign, I can't do this crap anymore, I quit!"

I announce to the table.

I take off my tie and storm off!

3 hours earlier................

It's fucking freezing. I am currently walking down Great Western Road on my way to another christmas shift at Vincents. I'm knackered. I've done 5 shifts this week in that bloody restaurant. I use to work there 6 days a week, but I left that lifestyle for a very good reason.

"It's only for another week." I tell myself.

I keep wandering down the frozen pavement. I'm walking for a couple of reasons, first of all is to get some exercise, I figure if I walk to work and to school everyday it can't hurt.

And I missed the bus!

Little did i know this small annoyance of walking in the freezing cold would be the least of my worries in a couple of hours from then.

I arrived at the restaurant, took a look at the bookings for that evening and checked out where I would be working. Tables 1,2 and 3 with Gillian & Katrina, I usually take the order from one table and leave the girls to deal with the rest so I am free to help everyone else when they get busy. We had a party of 100 in from some oil company. And I hated them ALL. They were all rude, stupid, drunk and a gigantic pain in the arse! So many people took the wrong food. They ordered turkey and took the chicken, this led to chaos at every table because people were getting the wrong food and in some cases having to wait for a fresh meal to be cooked. This didn't happen just once or twice, it happened all night.

One guy arrived late when everyone was just getting starters. I went over to get his order so he could eat at the same time as everyone else.

"I am not eating." he said.

Perfect, thats one less thing for me to do.

10 minutes later I was walking past the table when he shouted at me.

"Bring me the chicken!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry sir?" I asked

"I want the chicken, I probably won't eat it but bring it to me" he drunkenly blurted out in a foreign accent.

"Your not going to eat it sir?"

"No i don't think so."

"Well I don't see the point in giving you the chicken just to look at sir."

"Bring me the chicken!"

"Alright sir, I'll put your order in now."

A few minutes later that table are all happily eating away and the chicken guy is not touching his. I ask the table,

"Hows everyones dinner?"

One lady points to the chicken guy but doesn't say anything

"Is something wrong sir?" I ask.

"I don't want the gravy, I didn't know it came with gravy."

"It said it on the menu sir."

" I didn't read that."

This was a typical example of these customers. This happened throughout the night. One woman said she had been waiting for over 2 hours and was ready to leave. I was very tempted to tell her to go. I explained that her table was the last to order so her table would be the last to be served.

As I walked away I heard her say to her mate,

"Last table, I don't think so."

So I went and got the order pads, all the waitress's write the time the order was taken. I took them over and showed her the times.

It was just a continuous flow of bitchieness from the whole group. If it wasn't one thing it was another.

And hang on a second why am I dealing with this shite?

I'm not in charge.

Its my only stupid fault for wearing a tie!

People think I'm the manager. Well if the full time manager is there then fuck it! I'm wearing the same uniform as the rest of the staff and blending into the background!

Another guy came up to me to have a whinge about waiting. I explained the same thing to him, and he had a bit of a go at me. It turns out he was the organiser of this event. It was the same guy and I assume his ugly wife who had a go at me which I detailed at the beginning of this entry.

Once I announced my resignation, it felt like a great weight had been lifted.

It was Awesome!

I threw my Christmas tie in the office and stormed off down stairs. I felt bad, so I helped out there for a bit. I didn't do much tho. I helped to move a table and polished cutlery for half an hour and the proceeded to get very, very drunk!

I waited for a couple of other staff to finish and we headed to the bar, I then drank a hell of a lot. I had beers, then shots, then more beers, then champagne, then more shots. It was here I took my vengeance upon the bastards who had ruined my night. They had a bar tab going. And they paid for all my drinks, as well as the drinks of everyone I was with!

IN YOUR FUCKING FACE YOU OIL COMPANY BASTARDS!!!

GO AND EAT YOUR FUCKING CHICKEN WITH NO FUCKING GRAVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is my 4th xmas at Vincents and I never cracked before. Christmas 2007 was the most stressful time of my entire life, that christmas was one of the main reasons I left that job in the first place. I said to myself then that would be my last christmas there, sadly I was mistaken.

This job is of course only temporary, its just to give me the money to pay my bills. I very much look forward to the time when I no longer have to work in restaurants. I just hate the public. I never used to. I used to quite like the restaurant biz. Now I can't stand it! I always worked really hard in every job I've had, I use to make sure every customer left happy, and every now and then you'll get a twat that you just can't please. I think that all changed when I went to Luigi's in New York. The customers there were just fucking morons. The food was also a bit shit but it was mainly the customers and the overwhelmingly large amount of arrogance they all had. It also didn't help when I moved to Edinburgh and started at The Tapas Towers. I really liked working there but alot of the customer were just fucking evil!

Fuck knows what I'll do when I finish my course, maybe get a job in Rs Mccoll. At least then I can read all the magazines for free, and the public are only in there for seconds at a time.

The top 5 worst services I have ever worked are (in no particular order)

• The Hairdressers From Hell
• The Seven Straw Incident
• The Night I Quit! (this story)
• Kevin The Chefs Last Night
• The Festival Weekend at Ottos.

I will eventually write a report on all these incidents which I am sure will bore you a great deal if you choose to read them.

It is with great regret, dear reader, that I now must tell you the rest of the story. And much like the ending of Tim Burtons Planet of The Apes. The ending to this story is also really shit.

I am right now, as I write this, unemployed.

I will however be re employed as of monday at 5pm. I am on the rota alot next week and I need the money.

I realise that me immediately returning to work at the restaurant I just quit takes something away from this story, but it's kept you amused for a few minutes hasn't it?

Thats all for now

Until Next Time

Have A Nice

Andy G

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An apology to Luigi's Sea Grill

Good Afternoon

I, Andy G, would like to offer a public and sincere apology to Luigi's Grill.

In my last blog entry I showed you a review written by Ralph Rosenberg detailing an unpleasant dining experience at Luigi’s. After posting this blog I sent a message to Jeanine Annino (I call her Jeaninio) to ask if she was there on that particular day? How fat was this man? This was the response I received

ANDYYYY!!! SEAN WROTE THAT REVIEW U SILLLY SCOTT!

It turns out that review is a work of fiction by none of than Sean Pogan, a former employee who believes he is Scottish (pictured below)

My blog has been entangled in a web of lies. I should have realized as there were several clues that sean was the author. His spelling, grammer and use of the word retarded should have given it away.

I sincerely apologise for any offence or trauma reading the false review has caused you. To make up for it I have tried to write my own honest review of Luigi's. To try and undo the damage done by Sean, my review will focus on all the postive aspects of Luigi’s.

Here it is:

Luigi's Grill is a restaurant. SOME of the staff are hot. Some are not.

END OF REVIEW

as I said I wanted to be positive and that’s the best thing I could think to say.

Here are some other reviews I discovered online.

Posted on 09/16/2008 by: Jonny Mountain

User Rating: 5

I thought the meal was superb! Staff seemed really friendly and got on well with a fine Scottish guy who I think was the manager (DAMN RIGHT). Food was great, atmosphere was great and I will def be back! :) menufrog.com

Sadly this review is also fake, Jonny Mountain is a mate of mine.

Posted on 08/31/2007 by: pele807

User Rating: 2

"You've got to be kidding me" was my response when I walked down by the water to look at the boats and my girlfriend comes back to me and tells me that the 100 dollars I gave her to pay the bill was not enough??? (did you not read the bill?) The meals were nothing but glorified appetizers. The kitchen gives you this yellow rice that tastes like paper mache and then they throw a couple of scallops on your plate next to it, best of all it is only $23. (was that sarcasm?, it is quite hard to tell without hearing you speak) And I'm still hungry. So I eat the bread and the stale crackers. And I'm still hungry. (FATBOY!!!) So I eat my salad with Blue cheese dressing that has NO chunks of blue cheese. Did I mention that the waitress had an attitude? I don't even care about her attitude and the fact that she didn't even smile once, (neither would you, if you worked there) or that she delivered the appetizer before the silverware, or that she didn't wipe the sticky gunk off the table until five minutes after we asked, or that the beer was served in plastic Dixie cups.(clearly you do care or you wouldn’t have written about it. And you are right to, these things should have been done. Your not very bright are you?) What I do care about is that there was nothing good about our experience at this restaurant, from the PMSing waitress to the meager portions fit for a hamster for the same that you'd pay in a fine dining establishment, to the poorly managed service, to the sticky table, to the sand in the baked clams. This was one of the worst tourist traps I've ever been to. My advice: go somewhere else and save your money and aggravation. Only upsides: great strong sangria (trust me its not that strong) (buy it takeout for the road), good music (not always, have you head the staff do karaoke? Bloody hell! The phrase strangling a cat comes to mind.) (the guy singing was covering classic 50s tunes), pretty waterfront view of the marina, and al fresco dining with ashtrays for those who choose to smoke.

Menufrog.com

It turns out I posted a fake review

So I say sorry to all of you.

This is not a blog to spread bull shit

Well only mine, and just a bit

That review was written by Sean

Turns out it was all a con

He was just mad at Gani

I tried to find a good review, turns out I cannae!

shoes and reviews! hey that rhymes!

Evening all

I have just realised something quite frightening. I own and regularly wear 6 different pairs of shoes! 6 pairs? Why does anyone need that many? For years I got by on 2. (pairs that is not shoes) am I becoming a woman? I have my work shoes, my ancient trainers I go running in, a pair of navy trainers a pair of brown slightly dressier shoes, my beige plim sole esque shoes and a pair of black shiny shoes. Bloody hell! What is becoming of me?

Sitting here looking at 6 pairs of shoes

Why so many, I am confused

A pair for runnin

A pair to have fun in

One pair for work

The others I shirk

I’m not exactly sure, what shirk means,

I guess I have the other pair, because they match my jeans.

That still leaves two pairs

But really, who cares?

It’s just a little poem about some shoes

I know it’s crap, but I’ve had a lot of booze.

It’s been a long day for me, I started work at 10 this morning. I know that doesn’t sound early but it really is for me. I am on a slightly different time zone to the rest of the UK. I usually don’t go to bed till around 3 am or later. So 10am for me is like half 6 for you, or 5am if I have been drinking. Work today was long and boring. Something odd is happening, we have been very busy throughout the week but tonight we only had 100 booked, we usually have around 300 booked for a sat night. It’s weird. We did have a couple of strange people in the restaurant today, there was a table of 6 who insisted on moving to another table because one man claimed he couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying, but he was clearly talking to me and understanding everything I was saying. Then we had some scary Germans, at first I thought it may have been a relative of the German Travel journalist I mentioned in a previous blog entry. This woman appeared to be looking after her young grandchildren. I assume they are her grandkids cos they were about 2 and she was about 60. She was very scary. The kids were two blonde twin girls around 2 years old. At one point one of the girls went wandering from the table, no more than 3 feet away while only wearing one shoe, the grandma went mental! She started shouting something in German, I felt like I was watching some kind of WW 2 movie. The two kids were well enough behaved after that. I realised that the grandma was quite old and was probably part of the nazi party when she was younger, this would explain her behaviour, plus the fact that she was entrusted with looking after two blonde hair blue eyed children,( Hitler would have loved these two). After her meal the two kids started running around the deli area and she tried to get them back as she would a dog, she was whistling and patting her leg saying “come, come” but in a scary German accent. The kids were having none of it until she started saying it louder and then shouting something in German, I can only assume it was something like “ come here now or I will report you to the fuhrer!”

We also had a Michael Jackson look a like, fortunately by this time the kids were long gone. By 7pm I was going mental with boredom, I was hopeful we would be busy so I bought a massive can of red bull (I call it the MEGA BULL) but we never got busy enough, I was bouncing off the walls(literally). I was working on the door and since there weren’t that many people coming in, there wasn’t much for me to do. I did enjoy the opportunity to eye up all the talent walking past. I love the summer time, all the good looking women come out to play and they don’t wear much. They are like reverse vampires, they see the sun and they can’t wait to go out and not wear much. It’s pretty awesome.

Serving dinner on a Saturday night

Not very busy, it’s a bit shite

I’m stuck here, workin on the door

Not much happenin, good god it’s a bore.

Looking at the hotties, as they pass

I’d really love, to tap that ass!

See what I did there? “Tap that ass!” Tapas, get it? I’m sure you did. If you didn’t lets face it you must be a fucken mong!

Happy 4^th of July to all our American cousins Its good they celebrate independence day, it was a hell of a movie!

Last 4^th of July I was hard at work at the Famous Luigi's Grill House in New York. (Sadly it is not famous for the right reasons) It was a bit of a mental day from what I remember, but Luigi's is a bit of a mental place. Americans are quite strange people they love to celebrate being American with holidays like 4^th of July, Columbus day, memorial day and a hundred other bullshit holidays, but at the same time they all say they are something else. While I was over there, almost everyone I met claimed to be something else other than American. They were all claiming to be Irish or Italian or German or some other bollocks, when they were all clearly bloody American. They were born in America, there parents were born in America, you are American, I know it’s a pain but someone has to be, who else would the rest of the world laugh at?

I was curious to hear how Luigi’s was getting on since I left, sadly it seems very few of the staff I worked with were allowed to return as the new manager wanted to put his own stamp on things. I did a bit of research and discovered this review.

Posted on 04/04/2009 by: dinerguy

User Rating: 1

Hi my name is Ralph rosenburg i am a new member to menu frog and would like to share one of my experiences at Luigi's Grill well first off i have frequented Luigi's for the past 15 years and the last time i went there for thanksgiving with my wife and 2 kids we had a horrible experience . When we first walked in the manager laughed at my daughter cause shes a slightly retarded (can you still say that?) and overweight and i was appalled and wanted to give him an old country whooping but i proceeded to our table with confidence that it would be a good time like all of the others well . We had a nice waiter to say the least . but the food was ok and suppossed to be unlimited well we were on our forth round of turkey and the waiter told us we couldnt have anymore.I said why not!!! He said sorry its my managers orders so the manager gani came over and said sorry there was miscommunication it will be right over well and when he walked away he burst out laughing and i think he was laughing at my family cause we are all a little overweight. (A little? I have not seen this man but I don’t think I would be able to finish one portion, never mind 4!!) I had also seen a couple of rats the size of footballs running around the joint (possibly hallucinating due to turkey poisoning). When dessert time came my daughter asked for a whole boston cream pie (one boston cream pie typically gives you between 6-8 portions) and again we got denied i was surprised cause they let her do it the year before and now she cant but i let that one slide.The bussers kept trying to take our food away even when we werent finished and again as this was happening i saw that damn manager gani in the corner of my eye across the room snickering at us. All in all bad experience you will never see me there again that is a promise.Unbelievable the manager laughing at us cause we are a fat family .(you should see the owners!!) If you like being tortured while you dine out then this is the place for you but for what its worth youd be better off going to McDonalds!!!!!!!(TRUE)

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Well it seems Luigi’s is as good as ever!

4^th of July in the USA

Raplh Rosenburg won’t be in Luigi's today.

So that fat man will not be back

Did he leave a good tip? No, he was…………A poor person

The business really depends on the weather

You work hard all day, it feels like forever!

Luigi’s is where fat families, get laughed at

If they saw the owners, they wouldn’t say that.

That’s all for now, my red bull is starting to wear off and im sleepy.

Until next time

Be Cool Like Fonzie

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