May I suggest skimming the menu with drool cup fastened securely?
Those steaks were juicy, tender and thick as a brick!
And in keeping with the reasonably priced fare, scuttlebutts weren't above leaving, on one occasion for what reason I can't imagine, a big fat five cent tip!
No kidding, a plug nickel. I presume that particular patron swiped a few dozen extra plys of t.p. on the way out. Waste not, want not!
It was hard work and we deserved at least a quarter for washing their ashtrays... yes, back in the day when there were smoking & non-smoking sections.
One dishwasher was so exhausted he had a novel solution for soaking the incoming tubs of dirty dinnerware... he chucked a boatload or two into the the bay before low tide turned against his burial at sea policy.
I revisited the Trident a few months after my own employment there ran aground; with two lovely gals on my arms we walked in spannered from rum zombies....
we were politely ushered through the interior mid-sections directly to the outdoor deck, and rather than be seated the hostess opened the gate, gestured for us to walk on, delicately closing it behind us... we had been gently but firmly launched from the premises. Reply to this
Loved seeing the good ol' Trident menu - NY Steak $10.50, tap beer $0.75.
May I suggest skimming the menu with drool cup fastened securely?
Those steaks were juicy, tender and thick as a brick!
And in keeping with the reasonably priced fare, scuttlebutts weren't above leaving, on one occasion for what reason I can't imagine, a big fat five cent tip!
No kidding, a plug nickel. I presume that particular patron swiped a few dozen extra plys of t.p. on the way out.
Waste not, want not!
It was hard work and we deserved at least a quarter for washing their ashtrays... yes, back in the day when there were smoking & non-smoking sections.
One dishwasher was so exhausted he had a novel solution for soaking the incoming tubs of dirty dinnerware...
he chucked a boatload or two into the the bay before low tide turned against his burial at sea policy.
I revisited the Trident a few months after my own employment there ran aground; with two lovely gals on my arms we walked in spannered from rum zombies....
we were politely ushered through the interior mid-sections directly to the outdoor deck, and rather than be seated the hostess opened the gate, gestured for us to walk on, delicately closing it behind us...
we had been gently but firmly launched from the premises.
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