The Card


Generally I try to focus on tips on how to be a better server, a better manager, or just my random musings on the industry when I sit down to write for this blog.  I made it a point when I started this blog to never become another server writing about how annoying his guests were.  I have always avoided it. This one is too good though.

When in the course of human event it becomes necessary for one blogger to dissolve the ethical bands which has connected him to his guests and to assume among the powers of the blogosphere, that separate and equal station to which the laws of serving and the server’s god entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of all servers requires that they should declare the guests which impel them to the separation.

I do not paraphrase Thomas Jefferson lightly.  Last night something so incredibly mind blowing was handed to me that I feel I would be doing a disservice by not sharing it.  With that in mind, I bring you the story of “the card.”

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I Make A Mean Cherry Limeade


If my tombstone was written by coworkers, guests, or bartenders it would read, “Here lies Dave, he made a mean cherry limeade.”  I have declared this to every table I have served in the last three years.  When you order a cherry limeade at my restaurant, the chit prints up at the bar with simply my name.  Guests who I have waited on before recognize me from the line.  Perhaps no one other than Sonic has done more to increase awareness of cherry limeades in my town than I have.

Here is the initial drink pitch:

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