OCCUPATION: Server.
WHERE: Cafe Septieme, 214 Broadway E, 860-8858.
WHY YOU SHOULD GO: Eating in a restaurant where the waiters not only don't kiss your ass, but expect you to kiss their asses, is a refreshing change of pace. And once you're a regular, there isn't anything they won't do for you.
How did you wind up at Cafe Septieme?
"I used to come in for dinner. It was a seductive place to have cocktails and spend a quiet evening out. I was meeting a friend there one night, and they offered me a job. Septieme was [close] to home, so I took them up on the offer."
Septieme has a reputation for employing particularly rude waiters. Any comment?
"I've heard that off and on, but I don't see it. With any restaurant anyplace, how you're treated has a lot to do with how you treat people. It matters who you are as a customer. How you interact with your waiter has a lot to do with how a waiter interacts with you."
What do you want to be when you grow up?
"I'm going to school, studying massage therapy. One day I'm basically going to travel the world and do massage! I have 10 more months to go at the Brian Utting School of Massage--then we'll see what happens."
Who would you rather wait on: a table full of drunk, flirtatious frat boys, or a table full of drunk, rude homosexuals?
"Rude homosexuals, hands down. I've waited on both, and I'll take drunk homos over flirty frat boys, thank you very much. Frat boys are not pretty."
