All right, let’s do the 2016 vs 2026 challenge. In 2016, before 🐦 became the online beer hall for brown shirts 2.0, I screamed to the high heavens that the presumptive GOP nominee was a Russian asset. In 2026, he continues to do VVP’s bidding, including potentially destroying NATO from within.

One of my managers, whose responsibility includes the bars, was deep in conversation with a bartender about cocktails. Bartender asked me about my favorite whiskey cocktail. I told him, my personal fave was a glass with whiskey, maybe 1 rock, & some water. Took the wind out of the poor kid’s sails.

Ah, the glamorous life of a restaurant general manager. ☑️ 😡 called & emailed & harangued IT ☑️ called & verbally lashed a vendor for putting us on credit hold for no reason except vibes 🤷🏻‍♂️ ☑️🤦🏻‍♂️ explained to my non tech savvy employee that I can’t pay him if he don’t clock in ☑️🤢 inspected locker areas

I haven't owned a gun in almost 20 years. Having one in close proximity once almost led me to end myself, but I had what AA calls a moment of clarity. I've healed from that & things are fucked up enough, need to get some iron again.

When "It" happens, I can only hope that Dime Store Himmler (Miller) also suffers from some kind of major & debilitating infarction. I'm sure that 95% of this white supremacist & nativist bullshit we're living in comes from him, whispering in Assolini's ear.

Proof that vetbros stuck in their 20s exist in all cultures. I live near a sizable Korean immigrant community. While walking to the bus, I saw a van with “ROKMC Plumbing” (South Korean Marines) in red & gold lettering. In case there were any doubt, “해병대 배관공“ in the same colors underneath.

In Paleozoic 1979, an NYPD officer addressed my first grade class. 47 years later, I still remember him introducing himself as a “peace officer,” despite the more bloodthirsty among us asking questions about shooting bad guys. This now sadly archaic job description is long overdue for a comeback.

I might be a school-trained chef in French technique, but I’m a friggin shoemaker (Google that kitchen epithet) when it comes to Korean food. I boiled oxtail & marrow bones for seollungtang (설렁탕) from 10am to 6pm, but never got the desired milky color. Kids loved it, don’t get me wrong. But still.

Consult appointment for my upcoming colonoscopy. Last thing I expected was the gastroenterologist to joke about “well, y’know, Mr. Kim, when you get to be our age…”

#BreakingNews new DHS dress uniforms just dropped today

Cheesecakes are in the oven. For reference, here’s my recipe, which is on the heavier side. But also, I was today years old when I discovered that something called “Hot Cheetos Salad” exists 🤢

Work week is over. No sales records or anything like that, because the tourists with country codes in their reservations all went home. It’ll probably take another week to feel whole again after the holiday season. Occupational hazard. Train beer helps with that healing. Sláinte.

Agreed, but there’s always the 10 percenters. 10% of most LE orgs or agencies is staffed by puerile man-children with the impulse control of a kindergartner & the emotional intelligence of a third grader - & that’s charitable. Is there any wonder that DV is often violent & unchecked with that group?

So, to be clear, we should canonize a late pro-regime mouthpiece & never dare criticize him, but when a rogue federal agency murders a citizen with no justification whatsoever, & tries to murder two others in Portland, that’s fine? This is how popular uprisings in banana republics happen.

It's slowed down enough that I'm making my managers fill out a semiannual self assessment, then we'll have a 1-on-1 to compare their ratings to mine. If you ever had to deal with an NCOER, OER, or fitrep, you might be chuckling to yourself right about now.

When will the Horst Wessel Leid replace The Star Spangled Banner? Asking for a friend.

Color me shocked that I agree with Jesse Ventura on anything, yet here we are. We’re 1935 Germany at this point, just waiting for Kristallnacht.

A six year old child doesn’t have a mother. All because a federal officer couldn’t control himself after a woman didn’t immediately follow his orders. What a small man. And even smaller men continue to defend his indefensible actions.

I’ve been asked why I didn’t go law enforcement, and instead went EMS after active duty. The bald fact is, I already knew cops to be trigger happy & unaccountable. It’s a very different story when the shooting range goes both ways & the “threat” isn’t a mom in a truck sliding in snow away from ICE.

Current events only confirm what I’ve been saying since the amoral shit stain Kim Don Un was first elected (and no one can claim that we NYers didn’t try to warn everyone), we would be far better off with President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho.

For you people (I see you) who are on this doofus’s side, witness Goodie from Sunday night. In the damn sink (the drain catcher was on the floor because he thought there might be food there), licking the ladle because I’d made chili. ISTFG he’s at least part ginger cat.

Today marks the 5th anniversary of the worst day in our nation’s history, bar none. A day when democracy itself, & the Capitol which should champion it, was attacked by a mob of thugs. 4 years later, they got what they wished for by ushering in a horrific age of ethnofascism.

We need far more English Premier League discourse on BlueSky. I don’t see as much schadenfreude about Man U’s revolving door at manager as I need.

Gonzalez didn’t just endanger children. His cowardice led to the deaths of 19 children at. Their. School. Of which he was SRO. Speaking as a former EMT & former soldier who’s seen the effects of violence against children, I wish public floggings were still en vogue. www.huffpost.com/entry/first-...

Defendant # 2 for Nürnberg Trials. 2.0. Maybe # 3, after the Secretary of Johnnie Walker.

Colin Powell, he of the infamous UNSC speech justifying the Iraq War & until then a personal hero of mine, once referenced the Pottery Barn rule when it came to Iraq: if you break it, you own it. I've been thinking about that rule the last few days. I wonder why.

Cat chronicles (a continuing saga) Mutual antipathy has quickly turned into “protect me from the evil nail clippers, big sis!” She replied with a growl that could only mean “this is the FO part of FAFO!” @drjchernov.bsky.social

Goodie lost this battle. He’s well on his way to losing the long war against Big Sis Ruth, who reared up on her hind legs & went after him with both front paws. @drjchernov.bsky.social

My mother, just now, to @drjchernov.bsky.social: “Do you have any idea how stupid your boyfriend is?”

Cat Chronicles (a saga) After a week of warning hisses & air swats, Ruth finally connected. Goodie tried a sneak attack & she hit him with both front paws like a feline Sugar Ray Leonard. It was as if she was saying, "what part of fuck all the way off do you not understand?" @drjchernov.bsky.social

When I worked for the legendary Chef Bob Kinkead at his eponymous DC restaurant in the 90s, he once saw an order then went to the table & said, “lady, this ain’t BK, you aren’t ordering a Whopper your way.” Thought about that when we had a dish tonight with 6 modifiers like they wrote a new menu.

We now go live to interview young Marines aboard amphibious ships in the Caribbean, who were hoping to earn the Combat Action Ribbon.

Guess I’ll just wait to see what legal “justification” we have for violating the sovereignty of a country with which we aren’t at war, but methinks it boils down to “we bombed brown people who don’t speak English.” If you get this gif, we can be friends.

Them: you have so few vegan options! Me: madam, we’re a steakhouse One of my managers, behind me, sotto voce: Google is free, y’know

Class, repeat after me: serving a dish with white rice does not make it “Asian”

What I wouldn’t give to be able to post a sign like this in my restaurant’s restrooms, but alas.

What if I told you that the best Indian food is a no-drills restaurant in the basement of a temple where @drjchernov.bsky.social & I waited an hour in line for sublime dosas, an angry auntie kept the line organized, & everyone is happy to wait because the food is awesome? canteen.nyganeshtemple.org

This is my whiskey glass. There are many like it, but this one is mine. Christmas present from @drjchernov.bsky.social with an inscription of Lincoln’s quote about Grant’s supposed drunkenness, send each of my generals a barrel of what he drinks. I’m smoked. 1000 guests tonight. Happy new year.

Tonight isn’t the last hurrah for the holiday season here in Midtown Manhattan, Saturday night is, the night before most tourists check out. Finish line of the last 6 weeks of toil is finally within reach. Then, finally, a respite. Thank sweet 8 # baby Jesus.

May you attack 2026 the way this MTA bus driver is attacking roads in Queens like he’s the second coming of Keke Rosberg. I’m standing & typing one handed, hanging onto the support pole for dear life with the other.

I used to own a woobie. I loved it. It had kept me warm & was my one true friend when I needed one. Guess it’s theirs now.

Day off means I have a lunch date.

For the last 2 weeks, we had to staff at least 1-2 extra people for each department, every shift, because of the inevitable call outs. I feel like I’ve been holding schedules together with marline & duct tape. And we aren’t out of the woods yet. Not even close.

In my biz, we talk about surviving the holidays, while forgetting that holidays are like the Groundhog Day film. Sure, we’ll slow down, but next we’ve got amateur night (Valentines Day). Then Easter, Mother’s Day, graduations … so yes, survive the holidays. Bc another one is already looming ahead.

If you reserve for a party of 7, show up with 7, and get seated at a table that has a max capacity of 7, don’t you think that *before* you’re seated would be a swell time to tell my maître d’ that oh, btw, your party size increased to 8?

No, your child may not sit at the bar with you while you wait for your table. Yes, that is the law. No, I won’t make an exception. You don’t think I’ll call the police for you risking our liquor license? Don’t threaten me with a good time.

If you, a server, fuck up, then admit you fucked up. Own it. Deflecting & trying to bring anyone else into your fuck up will: 1. Anger me 2. Make me think you don’t believe in either taking responsibility or accepting consequences 3. Increase the severity of the writeup to final warning

With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson, home is the restaurant general manager, home from the holiday dining hordes. 1200 guests, a record during my tenure. Celebrating with a wee bit of Arthur Guinness’s stout.

What I said: I’m so sorry, we’ll get you seated as soon as we can What I really wanted to say with my whole chest: maybe you don’t have to wait past your reservation time in KC, but this is NYC on a major friggin holiday, count yourselves lucky that the wait was *only* 30 minutes

1000 guests in tonight, looking at almost 1100 tomorrow. Highlight of tonight was the guy who dropped the bottle of A-1 sauce that he brought in himself cuz idk, he figured we’re just a half step above a Sizzler? 🤦🏻‍♂️ If I have a spirit animal, it’s beer for the train from Rose’s Pizza at Penn Station.