The Other WaiterWhen Jean-Claude LaSalle asked the man at Table Twelve what he would like to drink, the man said something about Dolly Parton's breast milk and told him to take a hike.
Jean-Claude did not move a muscle. "Would you like to see a wine list, sir?" he asked smoothly, extending a leather-bound folder toward the bloated big mouth.
The customer swatted the list aside with the back of his puffy hand, knocking it to the floor. "What part of 'take a hike' don't you fuckin' understand?" he said.
Jean-Claude sniffed but remained rigidly in place. In his twenty-plus years as a waiter, he'd dealt with worse customers than this one. "Excuse me, sir," he said coolly. "Is something not to your liking?"
"Yeah," said the man. "You."
"Perhaps I should bring over the manager," said
