On a recent slow day at the restaurant where I work, I passed the time by writing haikus, which are self-published below.

Cassoulet, confit
An array of cuisine fin
But I don’t speak French.

general musings on working at a French restaurant


Two top, four top, six top, eight
This top keeps spinning
As I delegate

a poetic expression of my hosting duties


A fresh fac├ęd boy
Gone abruptly as he came
Now a ghost of lore

A note and apron
His legacy will live on
Bayden’s bold adieu

the true story of a new hire who disappeared after leaving his apron with a resignation note on the host stand