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Problems? Worries? Heartache? Waiter woes? Ask Manuel!

Not sure which fork to use with which course? Scared of angering the lovely waiter with silly questions about beetroot? Not sure what to do when the pork tastes like a wrestlers jock strap? Like wine? Like coke? Not sure if you can ask for a pint glass of wine mixed with coke? Worried that [...]

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Bring on the Dancing Waiters…

Saturday night and all was well. I say well but you know what I mean. I had a table of mid nineties indie rock stars to deal with, Echo and the Bunnymen now that you ask. Lovely chaps. The lead singer didn’t join them as he apparently doesn’t get on with the rest of them. [...]

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You must be at least a Katie Price to work here…

A study by a Cornell University professor, so it must be true (ha!) has found that waiting staff with “bigger breasts, slender waists and blond hair” make better tips than those not blessed with such attributes. Prof. Michael Lynn asked 374 waitresses to evaluate their physical characteristics, including breast size, and even asked them if [...]

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Never Mind The Ballots

I’ll not be voting today. I didn’t reach this decision lightly. I considered the options, such as they are, and decided I would be doing myself and what few principles I have a huge disservice by voting for any of the rabble that make up the political elite in this country. Spoiled votes for the [...]

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Beetroot or Coconut Fingers?

There are two types of people – fine upstanding individuals with taste and style who appreciate the magnificence of the coconut finger and then there are those “people” who like beetroot. I need to know how many of the Well Done Fillet readership prefer the ghastly beetroot over the sweet sticky loveliness of a coconut [...]

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Ask Manuel – Substitutions…

Good question today. Not saying the previous queries weren’t good but this is a good question. The vexed issue of substituting. Rafa Benitez should read this. Heh, idiot. From reader Plongeur: I have one for you…how do I wangle substitutions without receiving both the wrath of the kitchen and the waiter? I’m not a picky [...]

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Dionysus needs spoons…

Three day weekends eh. Good times, for most. For waiters and chums of waiters it’s just an extra day at the coal face with giddy people being extra giddy about not having to go to work on a Monday. Not that I am bitter, much. My waiter chums were lambasting me for my miserable bank [...]

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A message from Little Miss Manuel…

My work chums and I are running the Belfast City Marathon Relay on the 3rd of May for The Northern Ireland Hospice. The hospice is a very special place that cares for very ill people in the latter stages of their lives. They receive some funding from government but still need to raise about £5m [...]

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The Sweet Harmonic Melodies of Political Violence.

rock stars…pfft I am meeting a chum for lunch on Wednesday. He is one of my oldest chums and a jolly good one at that. Like most of my chums, mates, acquaintances and the other souls that drift both in and out of my life he is a sometime rock star. My chums don’t live [...]

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Sometimes the only way to react is to overreact

Oh poor Gordon Brown Pants. Cant go to the toilet without shitting on himself or rather cant get into a car without labelling a nice woman who was out buying a loaf of bread a bigot. As shit as the whole ghastly affair was the over reaction was su-fucking-perb. Oh my god was it good. [...]

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Interview with a Waiter (no vampires were harmed during this interview)

I did an interview for a local magazine on Tuesday. The local press have managed to ignore Well Done Fillet for years now despite their counterparts from The Guardian, Irish Times, Sunday Times and the fail on sunday to name but a few all having featured my rants at some stage. But then again I [...]

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Ask Manuel – Ass Hat Waiters…

Last week a couple of you asked if it was “okay to get well and truly shit faced whilst out for dinner?”. When I say a couple of you I really mean The Cousin and a spam-bot called Amy. But it is a pertinent question to which I would sadly have to answer, no. It’s [...]

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How very fucking dare they!

If this story from The Times is true then I hope that all the Morgan’s meals out end up with them scraping food from their laps and wearing the soup. This is as hideous as it gets… British family ‘asked not to be served by hotel’s black waiters’ A family of British holidaymakers were accused [...]

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I don’t want to go to bed…

could be Jim Allister, could be The Abominable Snowman….WHO KNOWS!? Right, so I woke up at about 3.47am, roughly speaking, on Saturday morning. I had only been asleep for a couple of hours so I really wasn’t best pleased to find myself awake again and not far away in the land of nod battling dragons [...]

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Buy This…

Manuel April 23, 2010 13 Comments

Buy This…

Sometime chum and full time troubadour, Robyn G Shiels is releasing his new ep, The Great Depression, for the spiffingly wonderful advance purchase price of £3.00 for the CD. You should buy this and not just because it’s wonderful music that will bring a warm, self satisfied glow to your face (it really is like [...]

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Pointing at Planes

the BBC’s pointing at planes correspondants The last couple of days have been odd no? Okay I get that a volcano spewing it’s bits n bobs over most of Europe is  a news story, especially when it brings all air traffic to a halt. I even understand why the resulting chaos caused is a news [...]

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Cagney without Lacey is a terrible show…

We had a magician at work the other night, that’s right an actual bunny producing, coin pulling, card guessing man in a bad suit magician. Well you can just imagine my reaction. Man, magicians are the lamest cabaret performers of the lot. God I’d rather watch plate spinners than have to endure a magician. Actually [...]

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Ask Manuel – The Black Pepper Ceremony

I didn’t do an Ask Manuel post last week, long story….don’t ask. Heh. The most common question at the moment is, “How the hell do I get out of here?” or rather, “Ow ze bloddy ell do I gets out of zis god forsaken stooopid leetle place?” Ah the French, lovely people but easily stressed. [...]

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