I’m a Newspaper and I’m Loving My Side Hustle as the Food Presentation Wrap Paper in a Trendy Restaurant
Who else is willing to be drenched by the grease of your chicken a la finger basket? Let’s see Facebook try and do that.
Who else is willing to be drenched by the grease of your chicken a la finger basket? Let’s see Facebook try and do that.
All of West Tampa’s aristocrats, from Hulk Hogan to the purveyor of Oxyclean, would cavort around his twirling menagerie of slushie machines.
Someone of your social ineptitude fears any conflict, meaning you should absolutely feel nervous about upsetting a bored stranger you can't even see.
"Hello, this is Valedy calling. So sorry I missed the gig. I got pranked. Somebody nailed my coffin shut. By the time I got out, it was the next day."
At each Morpheats location, you're welcomed into a cyberpunk dystopia by a pleather-clad “Matrix d’” who takes you to your virtual table.
My business cards are written on giant chalkboards with a topical joke that changes when I feel like it, and I send all receipts to your email.
If we don’t come up with an ingenious sign, no one will ever come in, meaning no one will share post shots of our killer foam art.
What is the correct spelling of the fermented cabbage that sometimes goes on hotdogs? Sauerkraut, Sourcrowt, Serrkreet, Soorkroot, or Kimchi?
Mein gott, his calves are whiter than the snowcapped peaks of the Swiss Alps. Achtung, baby!
In traditional restaurants, you may feel societal pressure to treat your waiters with human decency, but there’s no pressure here.
The main responsibility of any dad in a restaurant is to spout off a consistent stream of comedy gold. So many antics!
Our organic farm-to-table eatery is now also BYOM (Bring Your Own Meals). That’s right. You bring the food, we bring the vibes.