#live music restaurants

[fourteensixteen21]

Tips For Choosing The Best Live Music Restaurant

Many live music restaurants host themed nights, such as Salsa Sundays or Blues Thursdays. These events often offer a unique twist to the usual experience.

[luciennelune]

The Boys Solving a Jigsaw Puzzle Together:

Eurylochus, frantically lining up edge pieces: Ody, we have to put the edges together first, we aren't ready to work on the middle!

Odysseus, finding random matches: But these pieces obviously fit, if we put them together now, we won't have to find them later.

Polites, holding the reference image: Please, let's not fight. If we work together we can solve it, it's only 100 pieces!

[putschki1969]

【First Time At】 COSTCO

Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This video is about my very first visit to COSTCO🛍️ I wasn't able to film inside the store so it kinda turned into a picnic video? *laughs* If you have any recommendations from COSTCO, please let me know🍀 I'll buy them when I have the chance☺️ Please tell me your video suggestions in the comment section📝

Oh, I love COSTCO videos, especially the ones revolving around the seemingly huge food court selection. We don't have COSTCO here so it's always fascinating. I don't think I would have chosen most of the stuff that Hikaru and her friend bought. Way too much seafood XD And that pizza slice looked weird with those huge chunks of meat but that's probably an American thing.

Hikaru Joined a SHAZNA Broadcast on Music Champ

I didn't get to watch this but Hikaru joined a special broadcast event held by visual kei group SHAZNA on the mobile app Music Champ. They did a live stream at noon on June 13 to promote their new album. (Source)

Hikaru and Keiko Out And About

On the same day, Hikaru and Keiko got together for dinner. Earlier that day, Keiko had been busy rehearsing for the upcoming FictionJunction Station FC events. The first shows are scheduled for this weekend (Source)

Rehearsals Start for 「Hikaru B-day LIVE 2024 -love Begets love-」

Hikaru and her musicians are starting their rehearsals for the upcoming birthday event. (Tweet 1 & Tweet 2)

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

JoJo Siwa doesn’t deserve all the hate (and homophobia) she’s getting for her style and music; but she does deserve scrutiny for defending Colleen Ballinger and being both active and complicit in abuse that happened on her TV show. Like the girl has been under the public eye in unhealthy environments all her life; cut her some slack — not too much; she’s still a responsible adult — but if you’re going to dogpile her, then at least dogpile her for the right reasons. Jesus Fucking Christ.

[colorisbyshe]

i literally cannot have a normal conversation with my mother.

i was complaining about having to come up with a costume for my hip hop class which recommended a red accessory and she said she had a red bandana

"no i don't want to do that, for a variety of reasons"

"well, it can be a gay thing."

"... mother, that was a gay SEX thing, i'm not wearing a bandana like that"

"gay sex thing?"

"yeah, the different colors mean... things i'm not talking to you about, figure it out on your own"

"is that why my gay roommate kept stealing all of my bandanas"

"i guess so??"

"well he's dead now. a lot of my friends died of AIDS"

"oh"

"yeah"

"..."

"gay sex though, really?"

"i'm not doing this"

[sunmisbf]

can we bring back kinnie tumblr i think me n pj from good luck charlie r the same person

[we-are-inevitable]

Give me something from the restaurant au, any scene you really want to write <33

this is a little cheating because i’ve had this written for a while, but: here’s a little snip!

———

“Alright, great! So, that’s a number four, medium well, no mayo. For your side, do you want fries or a side salad, Sir?”

“What kind of fuckin’ question is that? It’s a burger. What kind of hippy-ass place serves a side salad with a burger?”

David Jacobs loves his job.

He does. This job, waiting tables at an expensive burger joint in the heart of Manhattan, is admittedly one of the better ones he’s had. Sure, he gets his fair share of shitty customers- like this rough and tumble wannabe cowboy, who no doubt got roped into his wife’s vacation to the Big Apple- but you get shitty customers everywhere. At every single restaurant he’s worked at, of which there are many, he’s had bad tables. Eight tops that only give him a meesely five dollars for a tip, macho guys who like pointing out that David’s ears are pierced and therefore he must be one of those queers, moms that bitch about how long food takes to get to the table even though he’s just sent the order in five minutes ago… Shitty customers are everywhere.

And David loves his job.

So, he nods, and smiles, and lets out his practiced-to-perfection laugh. “I know, right?” He says, looking the man in the eye. “Side salads at a burger restaurant? It doesn’t make any sense, but it’s policy to ask anyway. I’ll get that order in for you guys here in just a second, and it’ll be out shortly.”

The man with the bushy mustache and beer gut seems satisfied now that David has proven he’s not a hippy-ass who likes side salads, and he gives him a grunt of acknowledgement. David takes the menus, smiles at the table, and walks straight to the iPad in the corner next to the bar to send the order to the kitchen.

He’s just about to press the send button when he hears a voice to his side, high pitched and squeaky, say, “What kind of hippy-ass, liberal-ass, blue state, gay-ass restaurant serves a side salad with a burger? Do I look like one of them queers? Yeehaw, America, I wanna fuck my gun.”

David rolls his eyes as a laugh rips from his chest. He glances to the side and sees Albert there behind the bar, slinging a towel over his shoulder; Al has this cocky little smirk on his face, matching the awful southern accent he had just tried to do. So far, Albert is the first friend David has made here— he just started at this restaurant about two weeks ago, and Al latched onto him by his second day— and David is always thankful that the hostesses put him in the section closest to the bar. Albert makes the lunch rush bearable.

It takes David a second to stop giggling, but as his laughter dies down, he reaches over the bar and slaps Albert’s shoulder. “Fucking hell, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who had to hear that. If I survive this table without shooting myself, you owe me a beer.”

“What’s his problem, anyway?” Albert asks, leaning with his palms against the cool mahogany of the bar. “Stick up his ass?”

“Wife dragged him to New York,” David responds, placing the menus from the table underneath the iPad stand, and he makes a note to let Smalls and Spot know that the menus in the back are ready to be brought up to the hostess stand. “The entire time I’m trying to take his fucking order, he’s all like, ugh, I hate this, these burgers better not be for pansies, this better be good like Texas burgers, and I’m just waiting there, like, okay, just give me your goddamn order already. I wanted to die, Albert.”

Albert snickers, then glances to the side and straightens up. “Well, don’t go dyin’ yet, Jacobs. You just got here, and I like you, so if you leave, I’ll have to kill you.” He grins again, then nods his head to the left. “Your four top on twelve looks like they’re ready for the check.”

David nods and taps the bar twice. “Thank fuck,” He says under his breath, and shoots Albert a tight, closed mouth grin. “I’ll be back to ruin your shift later.”

“Can’t wait.”

From then on, the rush takes over. Closing checks, pre-bussing tables, running food— it’s a madhouse in the restaurant for about two hours. David knew it would be. Pulitzer’s is conveniently located just a few blocks from Times Square, so the weekend rush is always awfully full of tourists, and it may suck in the moment, but David really likes it. It’s kind of fun, actually; in the few minutes of downtime he has on this job, he makes conversations with his tables, hears their stories. He gets to know them, even if he’s just a fleeting little nobody in the grand scheme of their trips.

At the steakhouse he used to serve in, he got to be part of a few proposals, which were always stressful but incredibly rewarding at the same time. Unlike a lot of his coworkers, he actually loves having little kids sat in his section, and as a professional big brother he enjoys joking around and listening to them babble on about whatever their mind deems important at that age. He talks to tourists about their travels, gives recommendations for hidden gems around the city, and makes them feel at home for the thirty to forty-five minutes he’s taking care of them for. It’s the least he can do, honestly.

And, well. The tips are always better when you add a personal touch.

That’s what this is about, right? The tips. The money. Working for pennies is bad enough, but working for tips is a game. You have to choose the right action, say the right words. Morph yourself into someone you’re not. Pretend you don’t like side salads and form an alliance with the mustachioed cowboy from Texas. Play up how many times you go to synagogue to please the Jewish grandma who comes in with the grandkids. Talk politics with republicans and hide the rainbow pin on your shirt collar.

David has experience at this. It doesn’t make him any less bitter.

[tyra-atm]

[whathasangramainyudonewrong]

Wrong #807

Practicing playing the fiddle at far too loud a volume in far too small a space that has acoustics that produce a lot of reverberation

[fourteensixteen21]

Why Choose A Live Music Restaurant?

Live music restaurants often showcase local talent, giving you a chance to discover new artists while supporting your community.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Better, si??

[o-grabocka]

02/05/2024

“Once upon a time …”

[icepixie]

On the bright side, Nashville somehow passed the transit referendum. We're going to get synchronized traffic lights! More busses (that don't just go in and out from downtown but actually go to different parts of the city)! Sidewalks!

Realistically, probably the only thing I'll see in action is the traffic lights, but that's better than the big fat nothing I assumed we were headed for.

[caterjunes]

amps were a mistake

[iamrhyme]

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