MONTREAL – Displaying an impressive level of disdain for the traditional role divisions between “customer” and “server,” brunch waiter Luc Petitclerc sat down in the one empty chair left by a party of three at a table for four while taking their order earlier today.
“How are you guys doing? Cuz my feet are killing me!” Petitclerc declared to the table of three tourists from Cleveland before his customers had time to question his unconventional flouting of society’s norms. “Oh my God, can I just tell you for a sec that I love what you’re wearing?” he added, in reference to an oversize souvenir sweatshirt purchased from a gift shop in Niagara Falls.
“I completely forgot for a minute that we weren’t just old pals,” explained customer David Conway after having snapped a photo of Petitclerc with his family. “When he told us about the specials for today it felt like we were just rappin’ about food together.”
“I wish I had a real friend I could do that with.”
Popular brunch restaurant Chez Omelette does not always feature such relaxed attitudes about the stations in life assigned to customers and servers, “but there’s just something about Luc. He’s just so cool I don’t even mind when he forgets to bus his tables or tip out the kitchen,” explained shift manager Sylvie Fortier. “He even tosses one leg over the back of the chair while he takes a seat just like Riker does on Star Trek TNG!”
“In the end we’re all just people trying to eat or trying to make enough money to eat, right?” Petitclerc shared in an intimate voice that made such a platitude sound deeply philosophical and even a little sexy. “So keep that in mind because tips are not included,” he added with a wink while holding his finger with a moustache tattoo on it over his upper lip.
As of press time it was confirmed that Petitclerc had managed to sleep with three quarters of the front of house staff, two cooks and one of the delivery people, all of whom have also loaned him money.
