The-Jish
The Jish
The-Jish

i work at a cafe with a few pasta dishes on the menu. we offer gluten-free pasta, for a small uncharge, on all of the pasta dishes, but our alfredo sauce is not gluten-free, and our spaghetti and meatballs have breadcrumbs in them. i tell this to every single person who orders their alfredo or spaghetti with

I don't know how I feel about this. I can understand how people feel about pineapple on pizzas because pineapple and ham/canadian bacon is fucking disgusting. BUT! One of my all time favorite pizza topping combinations is...pepperoni/jalapeno/pineapple. Sounds crazy, but the salty-spicy-sweet combination is fucking

So, I've mentioned this a few times before in comments, but I work in a cafe inside of a grocery store in Austin. It's counter service, not table service, so I'm not technically a server, but I've dealt with some real assholes while they're ordering their food from me.

This is especially ridiculous when you consider how shitty a product Old Navy makes. Every item I've ever bought from the, plus size or not, rips or a zipper breaks within a month or two of purchase. I pretty much avoid the place at all costs.

I work in a fast casual cafe in Austin that serves BBQ. Brisket, ribs, sausage, etc. I was working the cash register one day, and this middle-aged couple comes up to order. They ask about the BBQ, specifically the brisket. Only the guy said brisk-ay. He was pronouncing it like you would ballet. So I responded with a

Austin, TX for the win. My store opened last year and it has a cafe with patio/bar, big screen TVs, a stage for live music, and all local Texas craft beer on tap. If I were able to collect tips and the whole thing wasn't so corporate, it would be a swell little gig.

I recently quit my job at a huge university to start my own business. Until it's up off the ground and bringing money in, I work as a cashier/bartender at a local cafe inside a grocery store. Some of our customers really suck and treat us all with utter disdain, because not only are we service workers, we're working

I used to be a teller at a DRIVE-THRU bank. People used to try to withdraw cash or cash checks all the time and not have a single form of identification on them. And they didn't care for you to point out that they should have their driver's license on them if they are driving through the bank. People are so fucking

Sickers Salad is a Midwest thing. I grew up in Texas, but attended college in Nebraska and was introduced to Snickers Salad by my friend's mother. She would invite me to all holidays that I couldn't go home for and it was always on the table.

I went to college in this tiny farm town in Nebraska and worked part time as a cocktail waitress at the only bar in town. It was full of backwood rednecks every night, and I heard plenty of disgusting things from them. The worst was the night a man that was easily in his 40s whispered in my ear after I gave him his

Max Factor Volume Couture mascara was the absolute best mascara known to women. I got so many compliments on my lashes, which some thought were fake. And now it is gone and I'm still trying to find a suitable replacement.