My friend waited tables many years ago at a small, well-regarded spot in Brooklyn. (Incidentally, one evening he waited on a major food critic who later gave the restaurant a one-star review. The critic liked the food but described the service as “friendly but very slow and fumbling.” Oh, well: If you can’t serve ’em, join ’em.) Waiting tables is a job everyone should be forced to do at least once, if only to learn that it’s not okay to snap your fingers when you want something, and also to find out what it’s like to eke out a living […]