Well, that didn't take long.
Beginning last week, I'm now the regular waiter at Court Square Tavern on Friday nights. I had not expected this, but waitress who usually does it was ready to give up the shift. So, there we are.
Last week's shift was fairly jarring. Everything was the same, yet everything was different. I seem to have lost my articulation hat, but the basics that I truly enjoyed about the job in the past were still there. I get a lot of satisfaction from helping people relax and by making their evenings go a little bit better.
I don't know how long I'll be able to do this. My other work comes first, though there aren't likely to be many public meetings on Friday nights. Instead, maybe the Tavern can become known again as a public house where people can come in for a refreshing beverage and some enlightening conversation. That's certainly what I'd be striving for, as I plan on continuing to wait tables in my usual way.
The best thing about the new place is that the food looks great. I don't eat meat, so I can't comment on the taste of most of the dishes. But, I can definitely say the current kitchen is a definite improvement over what the two microwaves and a toaster I had to work with in the past.
So, if you're looking for a place to stop in for a couple of drinks and maybe something to eat, drop in and see me. Any Friday will do. The Tavern is hospitable to large groups, couples and those who like hockey. If you've never been, come on in and give it a shot. If you've never met me, come on in and say hello. Help me pass the time by packing the place! I need a challenge.
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