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Gone. [Jan. 22nd, 2009|11:59 pm]
Caffe Minnie's

[Current Mood |melancholymelancholy]

An epitaph to an old friend is what I must make.

How to be romantic about a place that was disgustingly dirty and had the foulest bathrooms ever?

Know of what could sprout from the dirty and muck that lived there.

The many late nights and early mornings that led to friendships, lovers, husbands and wives.

Books that started, books that died.

People who puked their love after stupid drinking in Belltown.

The weirdness that only went with too much coffee, questionable food and who knows what else.

My friend Josh proposing to someone he never met on his knee.

Jim always being a strange calm when dealing with utter assholes. That nonchalant facial expression.

People who know me as Carl and laugh at me saying my name is Pete. 

All the great books I finished and all the knowledge I acquired. 

Vonnegut made his way into my mind.

Those girls who broke my sunroof and got me stoned on my dock.

The only place that could play Big Dumb Sex by Soundgarden followed by Amish Paradise by Weird Al during a bar rush and it only fit. 

The place that let know there was a real value in tipping.

A place where I could go to deal with a broken heart. 

A place to find a path to a broken heart. 

Somewhere better than Beth's or the Hurricane.

A place to foster a counterculture or a revolution.

Perhaps it's better it died. Something famous could have happened and it just might have been another tourist attraction. As it stands, it's just a place that a few of us remember and mourn it's passing. Even with the ugly fat Elvis stage at the end.


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restaurant fight [Dec. 3rd, 2006|06:49 pm]
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Does everyone remember how Troy and Johnny used to come out of the kitchen with their baseball bat all huffy and puffy and pretend like they were going to beat up some asshole with it? and how we'd make fun of them?

last night there was a real live brawl in the restaurant where I work. five or six kitchen guys plus a server (a fucking dick who instigated all the bullshit) and a bunch of guys from one of the server's tables. maybe ten people or so involved. a kitchen guy got a bloody nose and scraped face. I don't know if anything happened to anyone else. there were bloody napkins and server jacket in the hallway. the cops, an ambulance, and a fire truck showed up.

what I'd give for a couple'a scrawny all-talk co-workers.
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The Day Minnies felt dead... [Aug. 2nd, 2005|06:02 pm]
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[Current Mood |confusedOMG some help please...]
[Current Music |Atari Teenage Riot- Burn Berlin Burn]

So recently alot of changes have happened to our beloved restraunt. Some modifications (an unfinished tile floor) a fresh coat of paint (scary barney purple) and a sudden expansion (the ol' bar hangout removed for more tables). In these recent changes I have reduced my shifts at the place I have only called "work" to two days. Friday and Saturday Dinners (aka. 4-10ish if needs be). I wear now a company uniform like everyone else and loathe it. The original feel of Minnie's has been sucked out within a flash of a month, but the food is the same mind you a slightly higher price, on common items. Music has been reduced to a jukebox that play's current trends in "the commmerical" world. Every twenty minutes expect your favorites like 50 Cent and Britney Spears being blared on some really ghetto speakers courtesy of BMI music. Everything people have worked so hard to make Seattle diner flushed down the drain. Why still work here you might ask? I got bills to pay and hope for "a bar" to be built in the back so I can cram people I can trust to re-shape the scene at our awsome diner (or what used to be...) We lost some hardcore workers Johnnywraith and several others, you will be missed. Sorry for the redesign, I am thinking of having some people write the current owners (who seem cool, but have Denny's and Shari's on the brain) to bring back the rock etc. Please write our restraunt about how you feel as well as reasons some things need to be brought back to convince them that we had a good thing going. Till next time-

Take Care,
Lenny aka Loonz
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damnit [Jul. 23rd, 2005|07:13 pm]
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anouffabout the damn floors
look there was spose to be six of us then some how it was just me...
ive never done tileing more than spot jobs
i did my best and im not done yet

tttttthhhhppprt (strwaberry
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(no subject) [Jul. 6th, 2005|02:42 pm]
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I must ask, after a first visit to minnie's in a long time visit about two weeks ago:
What the fuck happened to minnies?
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2005|08:59 pm]
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bitches i eat yo babbies

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to the mother fuckers who [fill in the blank] [May. 10th, 2005|08:18 am]
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[Current Mood |infuriatedmentally molested]

I love minnie's, but sometimes I REALLY hate my job.

I hate the cranky, self-important narrow-minded jerk-offs who insisted on screaming at me and "shoo-ing" me away at the same time to "rush and put the order in" when it took me almost five minutes (NOT twenty, stupid fucker) to take their order because of the other belligerant drunkards who stumbled in before them when if they were in such a goddamn hurry they should've just gone to mcdonands; and after screaming at all the customers and employees defending me walking out on their ticket and trying to pull the race card ("do you only serve whites here?" do you not seeing all the fucking people of color around you happily enjoying their meal you blind mother fuckers?!).

I hate the eight fucking bastards who clambered out of the police van, one in uniform, the rest blazingly drunk macho male military self-righteous fuck-heads who knew I was the only wait staff on the clock and had too many tables to talk to, but still got pissy asked my dishwasher if I was somewhere in the back giving some guy a blow job when I didn't get their food out of the window the first second it appeared.

I hate the womanizing egomaniacal PIGS who thought it was completely appropriate to ask why I had a shirt on underneath my slip-top (with see-through fucking lace across the front) and offer me $500 to take it off, and further discuss that I needed to be offered a larger sum when I said that I was more modest than that and was a woman of principles. FUCK YOU.

I hate drunks. I hate drunks when they think they're more important than anyone else in the restaurant, when they think they have the right treat humans as sub-humans, and when they have no fucking inhibitions left to act like respectable and courteous human beings. I hate drunks PERIOD. I also hate people who think harassing someone (sexually, verbally, mentally, or otherwise), whether because they think they're in a higher position or because they're threatened by another group and need to transfer it onto another or what fucking have you, is okay. It's NEVER okay.

Most of all, I hate capitalism for forcing people to allow themselves to put up with shit their gut tells them not to.

I want to say that you couldn't pay me to deal with fuck-wads like that... but I do get paid to. And I've known that since I started working there and got asked for three lap dances from three different tables in my first weekend like they were on the goddamn menu. I deal with it every night without fail. And people yell and scream and throw tantrums that "I don't know them" when I stand up for myself... well, they don't fucking know me. The assumptions people make about me as a female server at minnie's make me more offended than I thought ever possible... my gut has never felt more like ROT.
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Hello? Anyone out there? [Mar. 30th, 2005|12:17 pm]
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[Current Mood |coldcold]

Hmmm this community is sorta dead. Okay to any and all employees from Minnie's that are on here, I sincerely apologize for my drunken antics. Seem's like every time I come in there I'm wasted. I don't mean to be it just ends up that way! ) = And I do leave a good tip, so I guess it KINDA makes up for all the water I spill. Rock on Minnie's! (Yeah I'm a cheesy nerd.)
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Monday [Feb. 8th, 2005|11:15 am]
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I don't usually work mondays... but this week was interesting. Dead as all else (my dishwasher slept for at least two hours, and my cook took two decent naps). I did, however, receive two gifts. Some guy gave me a brand new cd of a tech-metal band that he had just bought at their show before coming to minnie's. He gave it to me because I had a himsa sweatshirt on and he said I would like the band... so I got to keep it. On the condition that I played it at minnie's, but he didn't even stick around to check. That was really nice of him, and I did kinda like it. Maybe I'll see him at the himsa/ctl show I told him about. I also recieved a gift that is too obscene to mention. But was also a kind gesture. For the most part, people were real nice.
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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2005|05:37 am]
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[Current Mood |pissed offpissed off]

I need to rant a little, and it just seemed appropriate here... because I would like to announce my hatred for the fucking capitalist BASTARDS that now run minnie's. They are the epitomy of evil, money-grubbing, opposite of people-focused pigs. They have no concern for their employees or the atmosphere or community that keep our clientel coming back again and again. They don't understand that every fucking employee has more vested in this restaurant than they EVER will because our hearts are in the concept of minnie's... we wouldn't be there getting bad pay and bad tips, and on top of that taking their shit if we didn't give a fuck about the place and the PEOPLE that work or frequent there. I've never worked for anyone that made me feel shittier or more worthless in my entire life, and I'm only putting up with it because minnie's is important to me and a vital part of my life. We're not going to steal from him because we CARE if the restaurant stays around. We're not going to take their stupid-ass ideas sitting down because we understand how minnie's is supposed to function and we care enough to keep it that way. This is getting longer than I wanted it to... but basically, I hate the owners because they make me feel like shit and they care more about pennies than people. They don't understand that employees keep a restaurant going and if we're not satisfied or appreciated (or TRUSTED for pete's sake) the customers sure as FUCK won't be satisfied. They can tell if there's a fracture in the system and everything isn't working together... we're not dumbfucks and we can't be treated that way.
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