If you decide to make the move up to food service management, you are obligated to educate yourself on common food allergies (among many, many other things.)

I actually really love stories like this since one, we've probably all been that person once in our careers, and they're also great examples to pass along to the fresh meat.

I'm back! I told my husband his kosher story was such a hit before, he volunteered one even I had no clue about, so here it is:

There is a circle of hell reserved for those people.

The waiter/waitress stands at a specific place in the kitchen that's the "mark." They then recite the order in a loud voice so the grill operator can hear it. They say "pull" as in "pull one bacon, two sausage, and one chicken" (always the meat first). The grill operator grabs the meat and puts it on the grill. …

Yes.

Re: Waffle House in a very small town in Kentucky

We had this happen at Commander's Palace in New Orleans. Mr. Slayder ordered a perfect manhattan, and the waitress seemed confused but wrote it down. When he received the manhattan and gently explained to her what "perfect" meant, she replied, "oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were just being cheeky!"

It kind of sounds to me like they killed the employees/had them tied up in the back but had to serve people to avoid suspicion. Or aliens.

I went to a diner this weekend that offered vegan omelets. When I asked what was in them, the waitress said "eggs and vegetables" in a you're too stupid to live tone. The arrogant incompetence was scary, so we left.

I'm sure the till that day was still a mess, with or without your honest bastardness.

I was at a small festival in a midsized Midwestern city and went up to a stand to get a beer. The stand was run by a nominally-gay club but most of whose patrons were straight(it was the best place in down to go to on E or coke.) They were selling beer and for a couple dollars more, you could get it in a take-home…

We have a little cafe/food service dispensary in the break room of my office that offers the general sort of thing you'd expect at a lunch counter in a corporate office. Breakfast sandwiches and an occasional omelet in the morning, burgers and fries at lunch, etc.

This one is actually my dad's story. So, my dad likes to drink Manhattans occasionally. My dad also sometimes likes to have a Perfect Manhattan, a standard variation on a Manhattan with equal parts dry and sweet vermouth rather than just sweet. It's not an unusual request.

I was with my husband and sister at a DQ once in a rural-ish area of Virginia. I ordered a hot fudge sundae, as did my sister. My husband wanted a cookie dough Blizzard with the praline sauce added in.

Before I start, let me say I was a server for a decade, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for all service employees. But this story has become legendary in my family, so: Mr. Tigger and I moved for his job from the East Bay Area in CA to Austin, Texas. On our first date night after moving, we went out to…

"The server listened politely, then smiled and reassured us that the only shellfish prepared in the restaurant was shrimp, and that the shrimp were all shelled prior to cooking, so we shouldn't have any issues."