I was a waiter throughout college years. I was a pretty good frame carpenter, but I couldn’t do day work and still carry a full load in school. The highest paying gig was waiting on tables at night, so I concentrated on high-end restaurants. I started out as a bus boy on a three man team. One guy worked the tables on our station, ran the coctails, took the orders, summoned the sommolier, prepared some dishes tableside and served the food and beverages. The other guy took the order from the first guy, delivered it to the kitchen, kept in touch with the kitchen, delivered the food to the first guy on a tray and tray stand, or brought out the garadon for the first guy to cook on. He generally backed up the first guy and the bus boy when he got behind. The bus boy tore down and reset the tables, watered the people constantly, and helped bring out the food on big orders, ran for anything when the other two guys got backed up. Front man and back man routine. The front man and back man would split the tips and give the bus boy 15% of the team total. I soon became a front man.
My rent was $300/month. My electric bill ran about $65/month. I owned my car. Gas was about 35 cents a gallon and you could get 3 eight ounce draft beers for a buck at the dive tavern down the road.
My weekly check was about $35/week.
For $35 a week, I couldn’t even keep my tuxedos clean.
Skilled, non-union carpenters were getting $5/hour. 40 bucks a day before taxes, a barely livable wage at the time. As a front man, I made $100/night on a slow night. If I lit something on fire at the table, I would increase my tip. So, I pushed a lot of flambe dishes prepared tableside. If they ordered coffee after dinner, I would sell them cafe diablo. Sometimes I would light shit on fire with cheap 151 rum from under the garadon that should have never been lit on fire. Hell, I would light ice cream on fire and call it mini baked Alaska.
One night I lit myself on fire. But the oohs and ahs meant it was a bank night for me and my boys.
Four to six hours work a night.
I don’t know why this is or how it ever happened. I imagine it was the result of some American Restaurant Association lobbying effort that took place long before I was born. But it’s nationwide. Minimum wage laws have never applied to the restaurant business.
I surrendered to it long ago, and have tipped a minimum 20% for service in restaurants ever since. It’s just the way it is. It would literally take an act of congress to change it, and their would be a helluva lot of pissed off service personnel it was change, on the high end, anyway.