Welcome!

I have no friends.

When I first got my job as a restaurant server at the ripe young age of 19, I was so excited. I was going to be rolling in cash tips, and it would be a fun and exciting environment to work in. The magnetic world of the corporate Restaurant industry plucked my young and fresh demeanor. My post-highschool income were well beyond those of my college-attending counter parts, and I never flinched at any purchasing whim I had.

It was not hard, at first, missing those Friday and Saturday night parties. I would leave the restaurant late with a handful of greasy bills, thankful that I spent the night making money rather than spending it. As more and more of those Fridays and Saturdays started to creep up, less and less of my friends started calling. Lost weekends grew into missed holidays, and weekend road-trips. I cannot remember when the last time I was able to kiss somebody at the stroke of midnight, or have dinner with my family on Christmas Eve.

Holidays and weekends became words with no meaning for me. However, I did notice that I found myself lingering at work after I clocked off. After work, my coworkers and I would head to the local bar. We had been verbally abused, physically rundown, and emotionally drained from hour 8+ hours of rigorous work. So we sit, eat and drink. Most importantly, we commiserated. It has been six years, and I am no longer the optimistic girl I once was.

Unfortunatley, because we, the cooks, servers, bartenders and bussers of the restaurant industry are busy creating the dining experience for the everyday man, we are often stuck with the offerings of dive bars. One can only tolerate tots, fries, nachos and burgers for so long, my friends.

This blog will be a collection of places that honor those of us who cannot go out on a Friday night. Who eat dinner past 11 PM, and drink on Monday nights.

Cheers