I’m standing in the kitchen trying to hold on to my thoughts, knowing all too well that if I stall, I’ll lose my hold on the situation. What do I need to do again? Oh, yeah, “Nelson, I need a … Read More
by Leah C. Walden-Hurtgen, a service attendant in our restaurant (2001-2006) – Martini’s Bistro-Bar in Miami, now living in California. I am washed and polished, rested and bored. I sit on my shelf, reminiscing of the past nights: the music, … Read More
Bistro! Bistro! The world, I am sure, will never agree upon the exact origins of the word “bistro!” The most often quoted explanation is that bistro! bistro! is what the Russian solder shouted as they made for the cafes after … Read More
Things he said to my sister and me over the years. Things that really didn’t make a lot of sense, until now. How many of these do you remember your Dad saying? How many do you catch yourself saying?? °Don’ … Read More
