I dug this. I wish had extra copies to give to friends who wait tables or tend bar. This is a very straight forward look at working the food trade. It is called a novel, but it is a memoir. It gave a sense of life for someone other than me, and to that, I am really happy. It was truthful and bitchy, such as the story that Scott Baio was a terrible person to wait on, very full of himself. Love that catty nonsense. But it also was good at the toll waiting tables has on a body. It was also a nice book about writing, because he waited tables because it allowed him to write. I bought this book on a whim, and I'm glad I did.