The Angry Waiter

Looking for something fun and cheap to do tonight?

Get yourself over to Plan B, 1635 N. Milwaukee, for the B-Side Art Show.

The show features the art and photography of seven artists, including a few who work in the bar business.  There’ll also be dj’s and performances.

The show runs from 7pm to 2am,  it’s free, there’s no cover and on Wednesday’s Plan B offers half-priced bottles of wine and appetizers, $3 bud light drafts and $5 burgers.

Support your fellow service industry workers!

Eight days. That’s how long I’ve debated over what to write about the newest bar in Rogers Park, The Glenwood Bar (6962 N. Glenwood). And, as of today, that’s how long it’s been since the place opened.

My job here at The Angry Waiter is to write about the restaurant, bar and coffee house scene, especially the scene here in Chicago, from an insider’s perspective. I tap my sources in the industry - bartenders, servers, baristas, managers, owners - for information only they would know. When I tell those stories, I do it with a certain amount of professional distance.

That’s not possible with The Glenwood Bar.

My dilemma is that I’ve known the owner, Colm Treacy, for more than five years. He also owns T’s Bar and Restaurant (5025 N. Clark St.) and Sofo Bar (4923 N. Clark St.). Read the rest of this entry →

Just kidding.

Sandie Andersen, a Starbucks barista in Tacoma, Washington did indeed donate a kidney to a customer recently - the comment about the extra dollar is just a little joke.

Andersen, who also helped with the Katrina clean-up, served customer AnnaMarie Ausnes regularly for three years. The two women often made small talk while Ausnes counted out change to pay her daily $1.52 tab, but their friendship never really grew beyond that. Then, not too long ago, Andersen’s customer confessed she need a kidney transplant and no one in her family was a match.

Andersen got herself tested, found out she was a match and offered Ausnes her left kidney.

Now, the guys at my Starbucks are great. They toss me a free cup of coffee now-and-again, maybe a free cookie here-and-there. But a kidney? I doubt it. Plus, I have the feeling these guys hit the bars a little too often for me to want one of their kidneys.

I’ve bought drinks for regular customers hundreds, maybe thousands, of times over the years. I’ve given them money for cabs, I’ve even walked them home and poured them onto their couch, but I doubt very much I could bring myself to give up a body part for one of them.

Normally, I’d say this story is a bit too “feel good” for The Angry Waiter. However, the woman gave up a kidney…she deserves to be recognized. So, here’s to you Sandie Andersen. What kind of a pin does Starbucks give out for that?

The Chicago Reader’s restaurant writer/blogger Mike Sula in his “Omnivorous” column this week (March 27, 2008) tells the fabulous tale of a new Chicago restaurant, “The Crib,” opening next week in a very unlikely location - the Carter H. Harrison water intake crib - two miles off-shore of Oak Street Beach.

Sula travels out to The Crib to interview Albert D’Angelo - the 24-year-old pot smoking, prep school dropout who began his culinary career as a dishwasher in New York’s most exclusive restaurants, thumbed his nose at the establishment and started hosting underground nomadic dining adventures for Manhattan’s cultural elite in places like a subway power station.

D’Angelo claims to be the first chef to use edible menus and to serve foie gras lollipops.

According to Sula, Chicagoans will never eat at The Crib. Instead, D’Angelo reserves his 13 tables for people who truly appreciate inventive cuisine - New Yorkers, Los Angelians and Londoners. And, he’s opening the restaurant in the one place these people would never look for some of America’s best food - Chicago.

But don’t rent a boat and beg to be let in on the party just yet. Why? Because The Crib doesn’t exist…and never will. It’s a joke, an April Fool’s joke.

Sula’s column is a great read - funny and filled with so many inside jokes and references I’m sure I only caught a handful.

Look for these clues while you read:

• The sub-head of the column is “Don’t Fool Yourself - If You Live in Chicago You’ll Never Get a Reservation at The Crib.” At least Mike’s fair - he’s cluing us in right off the bat.
• Albert D’Angelo is a fictional character in a T.C. Boyle short story. In the story, D’Angelo is a chef who uses food to seduce a female food critic who relies on her boyfriend’s opinion when critiquing restaurants because she’s afraid of being wrong.
• Foie Gras Lollipops were first served by Graham Elliot Bowles of Avenues at the Peninsula Hotel. Bowles is a 2008 James Beard Award nominee.
• In the column, D’Angelo says he’s sick of his creations ending up on the menus of restaurants like Chicago’s Alinea. Alinea’s Grant Achatz was also nominated this week for a James Beard Award.
• The Crib opens April 1st. O.K., there’s your dead-giveaway.
• In the column, Sula writes that D’Angelo substitutes water in his bong for a 1982 Chateau Petrus, Bordeaux’s most expensive and possibly best wine. A bottle of ‘82 Petrus retails for between $2,500 and $5,500.
• Chef D’Angelo says he had to “go out and grease palms to get my permits and location like anybody else.” Maybe the most realistic aspect of the story, but nobody actually says it out loud, especially to a reporter.
• Edible menus were invented by Chicago chef Homaru Canto of Moto.
• Sula’s D’Angelo says he was the first to serve food on a naked woman. Instead of sushi, though, he used pasta. Pretty funny image, guests eating pasta off a naked model. I guess it’s a poke a New York and L.A. chefs who actually did serve food on naked models. (see video)
• In his blog, Sula writes about the duck D’Angelo uses to sire offspring whose livers will be served on opening night. The duck’s name is Joe Moore…after the alderman who fought for Chicago’s foie gras ban.

There may be more clues and inside jokes. See if you can find them.

I don’t usually side with corporate giants in fights with the little guys, like baristas, but something about last week’s $100 million judgment against Starbucks didn’t sit quite right with me.

The ruling stems from a class-action lawsuit filed on behalf of California baristas who claim Starbucks unfairly and illegally forced them to share their tips with “shift supervisors.” According to the lawsuit, rather than pay their shift supervisors more out of the corporate coffers, the company used tips as a means of subsidizing the supervisors’ income. The complaintants say shift supervisors are managers and managers in the service industry are not to a share of the tips.

This is true. In restaurants, bars and coffee houses, managers are not tipped employees. When tips are combined and then split among servers, as with Starbuck’s tip pool, or when one tipped employee shares a portion of tips with another employee, like when a waitress “tips out” a busser, managers receive no cut of the tips. Many states specifically prohibit employers from forcing tipped employees to share tips with traditionally non-tipped employees.

The real question, though, is what is the role of the shift supervisor? Is the shift supervisor an actual member of the management team? Read the rest of this entry →

Like your coffee with a splash of social conscience?  Read this GapersBlock article about Crop to Cup, a for-profit company which helps family-farmers in Uganda raise, export and sell their coffee crops.

Jacob Elster, a 26-year-old Chicagoan living in Ukrainian Village, helped launch the company.

The James Beard Foundation yesterday announced nominees for its 2008 awards and, as always, Chicagoans figured prominently.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the awards, Time magazine dubbed them “the Oscars of the food world.” The awards are among the highest honors given to professionals working in all aspects of the food and beverage industry - from chefs to journalists to owners. I’ve yet to see a category for servers and bartenders, though. Maybe they should consider adding one.

Chicagoans nominated include:

• Rich Melman of Lettuce Entertain You Enterprises for the Outstanding Restaurateur
• Grant Achatz of Alinea for Outstanding Chef
• Mindy Segal of HotChocolate for Outstanding Pastry Chef
• Brian Duncan, wine director at Bin 36, for Outstanding Wine Service
• Janet Rausa Fuller of the Chicago Sun-Times is nominated in the Newspaper Feature Writing Without Recipees category for a great article, “Fish Fraud: The Menu Said Snapper, but it Wasn’t“
• Vince Gerasole of Channel 2 Chicago in the Television Food Segment, National or Local for Table for Two
• Graham Elliot Bowles of Avenues, Carrie Nahabedian of Naha and Bruce Sherman of North Pond were each nominated in the Best Chef: Great Lakes region category.

The full list of nominees is available on the James Beard Foundation Awards site.

The awards ceremony will be held June 8, 2008 at the Lincoln Center in New York City.

The Chicagoist today did a very nice write-up of and interview with Natalie Slater, a punk rock’, cupcake makin’, cake decoratin’ Chicagoan who makes and sells stuff that’s right up The Angry Waiter community’s alley.

Natalie doesn’t make just any old cupcake…she decorates her creations with swear words, pictures of dead celebrities, horror flick creatures, insults…pretty much anything your nasty heart desires. She makes nice cupcakes too. I think I saw one with whipped cream and a cherry on her Flickr page.

This stuff is perfect for anyone in the service industry. Think about it…you have an argument with your manager, don’t apologize, get her cupcakes with “Up Yours” written in icing. Had enough of your drunken owner’s abuse? Give him cupcakes with “I Quit!” swirled on top. At first he’ll think you’re being nice, but when he looks at them he’ll realize it’s your way of saying, “Screw you guys, I’m outta here.” Or, if you perfer, just get the ones that say “Fuck You.”

She also makes little decorations you can stick into any pastry. Her sister wants a cake decorated with “The Golden Girls” because “she likes old people.” Natalie’s stuff has enough attitude to curl the hair on Bea Arthur’s chin.

If you’re interested, you can buy her cupcakes and decorations on Etsy and check out her blog.

Interested in getting financing to open your own restaurant?

NBC will be in Chicago and in Washington, D.C. this Saturday, March 22, 2008, casting for a new reality show pitting two-person teams against each other with the final prize being financing to open a restaurant.

The only catch…the two people on the team must have some kind of prior relationship i.e. lovers, friends, co-workers.

Reality shows aren’t usually my thing, but I know if you took two restaurant people and put them up against any two non-restaurant people, the restaurant people win hands down.

I’m guessing a lot of the people who audition for this show are going to be the weekend-gourmet types…you know, the type of people who love to cook, love to eat out and who are told over and over by friends that they should open a restaurant.  Some do and six months later they’re out of business.

Somebody in the business should go for this.  If you’re interested, scroll to the bottom of NBC’s Casting Page.

I’m not a big fan of Bravo’s series Top Chef - an hour of whiny chefs running around, pissed off, pathetically apologizing to a panel of judges because their souffle didn’t turn out…anyone who’s ever worked in a restaurant knows that scenario all too well…but, I’m watching this year because Season 4 is based in Chicago and is supposed to include a few Chicago Cuisine “twists” and I love watching so-called “Top Chefs” ruin my favorite foods.

Episode One lived up, or down, to my expectations.

The show began with the the contestants meeting at Chicago’s favorite tourist-pizza-trap, Pizzeria Uno. Let’s get something straight…Chicagoans don’t eat here. Most of us don’t even eat deep dish pizza unless we have out-of-town guests. We eat thin crust pizza and not those greasy, triangle-shaped “slices” they serve in New York…we eat our greasy pizza cut into squares.

The contestants’ first “quick fire” challenge was to create their “own signature deep dish pizza.” What a disaster. Sixteen experienced, trained chefs and not one of them even came close to making anything you could call pizza. One guy, Richard, put peaches in his pizza. Peaches, proving once again that though a chef may be cookbook smart, he or she may have no idea how to prepare food people actually want to eat.

On a brighter note: Chicago-resident Stephanie Izard, chef/owner of the now closed Scylla, won the first challenge with her rendition of Duck L’Orange. I’ll admit to bias here…I’m hoping a Chicago chef wins this thing.

The most disturbing part of Top Chef was the choice of guest judges. Rather than choosing guest judges from Chicago’s deep pool of culinary masters, the producers chose two people who represent everything that’s wrong with the restaurant business - Rocco DiSpirito and Anthony Bourdain.

You might remember DiSpirito from the NBC reality-sitcom “The Restaurant.” DiSpirito played a self-centered, egotistical hothead who ran around the restaurant insulting everybody who worked for him. He had an odd obsession with his mother’s meatballs. Hey, Rocco, cut the apron strings…get your own balls.

Bourdain is the author of “Kitchen Confidential,” a book I read and forgot years ago. I do remember him comparing himself and his kitchen crew to pirates, though. OK, we get it…you’re a tough guy chef…now go bake me a cake.

The one redeeming aspect of this show and the reason I’ll keep watching, is Padma Lakshmi. This woman is hotter than a wasabi- habanero paste. Keep up the good work Padma.