I live and work in New York City. That affords me the opportunity to stand on almost any street corner, close my eyes, swing my arms around, and smack maybe 3 celebrity grills. Being in the Hospitality game, that also means I’ve had many an opportunity to wait on countless celebrties. Not a big deal really – we all put on our pants one leg at a time. I’m never star-struck. I simply don’t give a crap about anyone’s celebrity status really.
The bar in which I currently work isn’t exactly frequented by A-list actors, professional sports folks, etc. as frequently as many of the higher-end spots I’ve worked at in the past. That’s all well and good though. It’s not important to me. We do, however, get absolutely bombarded by top tier comedians – go figure. I aspire to be gobsmacked by other things like boobs personality. Well, you can throw all that out the window when the greatest actor of our time rolls into your bar. Behold, classically-trained, Queens-born, legend of of the screen Ron Jeremy.
That’s fellow barkeep Kyle tending to Ron’s needs.
