The average in kitchens (at least in Canada) is 1% of food sales, split between all the kitchen workers. Sending a tip to the kitchen is a wonderful thing to do. You’ll make someone’s month.

Great article. All so very true. Overdraft fees feel so damn cruel. You know I’m broke, how is making me more broke going to help?

Crying now, two wonderful rare beasts.

I truly don’t understand the bias some people have against people who work in the porn industry. Pornstars should be celebrated! I am happy on almost a daily basis that there are people out there willing to have sex for everyone else’s enjoyment.

Prove it.

There’s a whole world of peppers out there. Sure bell peppers are boring, but life would be sad and empty without jalapenos!

Life is the crummiest book I’ve ever read.

I’m curious, how old are you and your dad, if you don’t mind me asking?

Besides, it’s the things you can’t see in your food you should really worry about.

I worked at a door factory for a year or so, and we had a saying there. “At Ambico we pee sitting down” . You bring your phone, and you enjoy your damn bathroom break. That place was horribly corrupt, and potty breaks were one of the few ways to get some petty revenge.

That movie was damn creepy.

I’d never heard it called Eggs Royale, but Google agrees with you, I concede.

Nope, Florentine is spinach.

Working at breakfast places I used to anthropomorphize the different egg dishes to help remember. Benny the pig, Natasha the fish, Florentine the flower (spinach) etc.

A perfect salmon eggs Benedict does not in fact exist, because with salmon it’s called eggs Natasha!

I won’t speak on the wings, but someone has to stand up for Fireball! There’s no better option for discreet public imbibing. Instead of smelling like booze you smell like the shit of a cinnamon monster (cinnamental?)!

Someone needs to get on that, pronto.

I can only ever remember the lyrics up to the point the gremlin stops the record.

I’ve been meaning to write in a story or two to BCO for some time now, but Kelly Brandt’s shoe tale has me thinking of a different story entirely. It’s not related to food or restaurants, but it’s worth sharing. It’s also a pretty long story, so apologies in advance for the wall of text.