In Dining

With help from Ali, Drew Olson places at order at George Webb.

In Dining

Serving soup with a smile.

In Dining

Nikki the trainer (right) helps Drew take an order.

In Dining

The uniform for the first "Shift Switch."

Shift switch: My night as a server at George Webb

The first day at a new job is always stressful. In addition to the pressure of being the "new guy" (or girl), you have to deal with new duties new surroundings, new co-workers, new bosses, new expectations.

It can be a tense, stomach-churning time, even if you know that the nerves -- like the job itself -- are going to disappear in a matter of hours.

That was the circumstance I faced two weeks ago, when I spent an evening working as a server at the George Webb restaurant located in the heart of Wauwatosa at 7410 W. State St.

The assignment was part of our new "Shift Switch" series at Basically, our writers are going to fan out at various locations around town to work at different places and write about their experiences.

As senior editor, I got to go first.

George Webb was an easy choice, because I've been eating at the restaurants for years -- admittedly often at the end of long, ahem, celebratory evenings -- and was eager to go "behind the scenes" at the home of some of my favorites like the Super George and the Double Webb.

After making arrangements with the operations manager for the 36 George Webb restaurants in the area, I grabbed my blue Webb T-shirt, black apron and name tag and showed up to work just after 5 p.m. on a lovely spring Thursday evening.

The State Street location is much like every other Webb restaurant -- earth tone decor, counter stools, two clocks, friendly customers and employees -- but it's not very big. A Webb executive was doing some computer work at one booth and two other booths occupied at the time -- one by a family of three and the other by two ladies -- and there was an older gentleman at the counter. The restaurant was quiet.

Now, I know what you're saying ...

"George Webb is open 24 hours. Why didn't you work a 'drunk' shift, serving food in the wee hours to folks who had been over served?"

The truth is that I thought about doing that, but two factors intervened. For starters, there was the timing. Working an overnight shift would have interfered with my "real" jobs, at the Web site and the radio station.

Second, since I had absolutely zero experience in the restaurant / food service industry. I figured that I'd need supervision and a somewhat "slower" time of day would allow me an easier "break-in" period.

When I met my co-workers for the evening -- Alison, my fellow server; Twyla, the cook; and, Nikki, who handles training for several stores -- I mentioned my reluctance to battle the post-bar crowd.

"Overnights really aren't that bad," Nikki said. "You should try working a Saturday or Sunday morning. That's when it gets really crazy."

Fifteen minutes into my shift, the first myth was shattered. How can a crowd of families and senior citizens be more daunting than a band of drunks fueling up for an after-bar party that may or may not be followed by a "walk of shame?"

Ali had the answer. "At night, you get one rush right about the time that the bars close," she said. "They can actually be pretty funny. Once you give them their food, they're usually OK. The rest of the night can be pretty quiet.

"In the mornings, it's basically non-stop."

Nobody was expecting a huge rush during my shift. I had told some friends and co-workers to drop by, but didn't think I'd be swamped, which was fine, but I wanted to serve at least a few customers because I had decided to donate my tips to the Midwest Athletes Against Childhood Cancer (MACC) Fund.

Nikki began my orientation by showing me the basic location of key things i would need like placemats, napkins, coffee, coffee cups (brown for regular, light for decaf), the soda and milk dispensers and the array of soups. In addition to the famous chili and chicken-flavored noodle (an important distinction), we had vegetable, old-fashioned bean and split pea.

"Chili is definitely the most popular," she said. "But, people like the soups, too."

As we continued my crash course, I stopped to look over the booths and out the window at softball players filing into Hart Park. I've visited George Webb restaurants -- including this location -- for years, but the view from behind the counter seemed different. I felt a little strange, but that gradually went away as the evening progressed.

I asked Nikki about the mechanics of taking orders. My co-worker, Molly Edler, has worked as a waitress in the past and teased me a bit about the difficulty I would have writing shorthand for short-order cooks.

It wasn't a problem.

The State Street Webb location (and most others) now operates on a POS (point of sale) system. The server can use whatever shorthand he or she wants to take an order, then walks over to the register and enters the order on a touch screen, which transmits the directions to the cook.

"We used to do it the old way, with the wheel," an executive said, describing a system where orders were placed on a ticket wheel near the cook's station.

"The new system is much more efficient. We can tell how much of each item we're selling. It helps with ordering, pricing, inventory. It's so much easier. If I want to change the price of an item or add an item to the menu, I can do it from my laptop or even my iPhone."

After the initial orientation, I felt like I had the mechanics down.

Nikki didn't give me hard and fast rules, but I had a game plan worked out in my mind. Greet the customers upon arrival. Take drink orders. Let them study the menu. Take the order. Enter it on the register (with help from an employee). Deliver the food (and the bill). Check to see if everything is satisfactory or if drink refills are needed. Say "Goodbye," scoop up my lucrative tip, haul the dirty dishes to the container in the back, wipe down the table and set places for the next diners.

Being a server, I figured, is all about service. You have to establish a rapport with the customer, be pleasant and pro-active and try to give the customer what he or she wants.

I was anxious to test my theory. All I needed was a customer ... and the first one to walk in was my friend, Doreen Rinelli, who had an appointment nearby and popped in for a glass of ice water. Doreen left and John Hyland, from's sales staff, took her place. Hyland, who had helped set the wheels in motion for the "Shift Switch" sat at the counter and took it easy on me. All he wanted was a soft drink and a cup of split pea.

My stint at bartending school made the drink part of the job pretty easy. The soup was easy to handle, too, though I was unsure where to place the oyster crackers. I talked to Hyland for awhile, then waited on a couple more customers. With Nikki and Ali on the floor with me, I felt pretty bulletproof.

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