My parent's get so mad every time I try to take extra time off from the restaurant. Their condescending words "another vacation" echo in...
My father was only 14 when he came to this country from Greece. True to form, he worked in the restaurant business for many years, hoping to one day open his own establishment. Eventually, he fulfilled his dream when he opened a small restaurant in Central, NJ. When I was 14 years old –note the symmetry here– I began waitressing there, after school and on weekends. Little did I know that I’d still be there, 14 years later. But here I am, and I am embracing it—one day at a time.
I started this blog to share my experiences, rants, insights, lessons, and journey in life, all tying back to the diner. Enjoy! :)