the kobe kid strikes

today was a slow one at work. we stood around waiting for our 6 table to come in and make us money. around 6pm a lone man came in saying that his wife was en route and that he wanted to start eating without her.

"don't tell her how much the wine is," he told his server. the bottle was $250 and he sipped the decanted wine quickly as he ate his frois gras appetizer.

We salivated over the possible tip out. His bill so far was up to $300 and he just ordered our Kobe Beef bone in at $125. Cha- ching! That's $425 baby!

Through out the meal his stories were as dreary and cloudy as the terrible storm outside . my wife is in the air and my wife is enroute as well as i'm a chef from Charlotte seemed suspicous to me. We all got a good look at him; however when he got up to "talk to his wife" for like the 10th time his napkin, his umbrella and our tip never reappeared.

Motherf*cker.

His name was Alan Haversham.

The owner was pissed!

Chef was livid.

Us servers and server assistants were in hyisterics.

The cops asked "why we were wasting their time" when asked to please dust for prints..lol

The Kobe Kid apparently hit 2 or 3 other resturants in the city.

Oh well. I made $25 that night instead of like $75.