Waitress Rant: Welcome to hipsterdom & my very own Cinderella story...?

I’d like to welcome you all to the Cuban Revolution… no I’m not talking about the violent revolt, lead by Fidel Castro, against the bloody Batista dictatorship. I’m obviously talking about the lovely Cuban Revolution Restaurant & Bar, which will serve as my second home for the remainder of the summer.

It was really busy today. Photo taken by Sameet Dhillon

It was really busy today.

When I tell people I work at a restaurant called Cuban Revolution I usually get one of two responses. The first one being, “Oh.” I usually refrain from responding to this, because, hey, it is an appropriate enough response.

The second one being, “Well, that’s offensive.” I can’t really argue with this statement, but I can offer those people the only explanation I can think of…it’s in Providence—the land of the hipsters, and the home of the… (you guessed it) hipsters. Therefore, anything that appears remotely offensive (i.e. a restaurant named after a violent historical event in which real people died) can be justified by its inherent unique-ness or its ability to spark “intellectual” conversations.

Now that we’ve gotten past the restaurant name, I should tell you a few of the reasons why I’m waitressing this summer. Let’s start with the most mature and realistic reason I had to embark upon my supposedly life-altering journey as a waitress… three words: A Cinderella Story. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the movie (blasphemy), it’s basically a modern-day Cinderella story featuring Hilary Duff. At the end of the movie, she casually ends up with the guy of her dreams and they proceed to attend Princeton together. But in the beginning, she faces some serious struggles as a waitress. I guess, the truth is, I found her roller-blading around the restaurant, high ponytail and all, weirdly glamorous (Especially when she gets to serve Chad Michael Murray). And after seeing the movie for the 10th or 100th time, I vowed to one day experience the joy of serving an obnoxious group of teenagers or maybe the occasional cute boy… and of course, in the end, retrieve my happy-ending.

The tools of my trade. Photo taken by Sameet Dhillon

The tools of my trade.

Another, more sane reason, was my Dad’s constant insistence that “everyone should be a waiter or waitress at some point in their lives.” And when he went on to say, “… especially you, Sameet. You need to learn how to walk in a straight line. And not drop things.”  I finally said… CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Anyone who knows me well is aware of the fact that, for me, calling this a “challenge” is an understatement. Lastly, and most girlishly, I took the job to fund my endless shopping sprees.

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So, join me every week on this blog, as I document the daunting tasks of “walking in a straight line” and “not dropping things” at a semi-offensively-entitled-restaurant. I’m hoping this’ll be about 60% complaining (humorously, of course), 25% wisdom and 15% helpful-tips-on-how-to-be-a-shy-klutz-and-a-waitress.

As we say at Cuban Revolution (Restaurant & Bar), “Viva la revolución!” Or maybe, in my case, “Viva la rant!”

Photos by Sameet Dhillon/Gavel Media. 

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