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World’s Best Baked Scam

Posted on November 7, 2006 by Varg

Originally published Nov. 15, 2004

New Orleans is home to some of the world’s best (and worst) waiters and waitresses. From the old man who has tirelessly slung Shrimp Arnaud at Arnaud’s for 40 years to the miscreant poet who drifts into the city to “become a writer” and ends up shilling wings at a hotel restaurant, the often bustling Crescent City service industry can provide a ways to a means for just about anyone. And to the more cunning waiters and waitresses it can be the gift that keeps on giving.

R.C. DeGlinkta and Peter Francis are two former Bourbon Street waiters who, at the very least, were made privy to some of the city’s most notorious restaurant scam artists, and they wrote about it. “How to Burn Down the House: The Infamous waiter and Bartender’s Scam Bible” is a true original in the book world. Equal parts “Anarchist Cookbook” and “Chicken Soup for the Broke-Ass Waiter’s Soul,” the Scam Bible is one-of-a-kind resource for waiters all over the country. Written with a personalized style that puts the reader right into the subculture of the restaurant with the bumbling mid-level manager (nicknamed “Schmoo” in many anecdotes), the hungover waiters and the oblivious yet arrogant customers.

The Chicory recently had the opportunity to interview DeGlinkta and Francis (who recently kicked off a blog to supplement their Web site) and here is what they said about Schmoo, the best scammers they ever met and their upcoming “In the Know” series.

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The Chicory: What was the motivation for the book? Civil disobedience? Tomfoolery? Rascalism? Other?

R.C.DeGlinkta: All those things and more. Primarily, the book is a roast and a parody of incompetent, jackass managers, whom we’re all familiar with. But, not only does it deliver a well-deserved insult, it also provides the hardworking server with a means to revenge himself, and further, to profit by it. It’s biting satire that actually bites.

Peter Francis: Essentially it’s a parody of the whole “How To” genre. A satirical lash-out in the humorous vein of Swift’s “Proposal” and Miller’s pair of “Tropics”. With just a dash of Genet for sport.

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The Chicory: Publishing “How to Burn Down the House” under your own names in the city where many of the skills in the book are undoubtedly practiced has to be a somewhat risky endeavor. Any backlash from restaurant owners?

R.C. DeGlinkta: I’m used to taking responsibility for my actions, and I encourage others to do the same. I welcome and am flattered by any backlash that results from that.

Peter Francis: Yeah, but if the whole shit house goes up in chunks remember what he said!

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The Chicory: Being former waiters, isn’t what you guys have done here essentially biting the hand that fed you?

R.C. DeGlinkta: On the contrary, this book is a long-awaited memorial to waiters and bartenders, and after the dust settles it will be seen as a blessing. While initially both managers and waiters will benefit, the diligence and intelligence of conniving servers will long outlive the short attention span of incompetent management, and in the end it will be the waiters that come out ahead. The Scam Bible will bore its way into in the annals of underground literature and managers will return to their usual dimwitted state of denial.

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The Chicory: In your own opinion, who is more easily-fooled the customer or the manager?

R.C. DeGlinkta: It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other. In practice, the customer is generally oblivious, like the props in a shell game. The manager is almost always the one being deliberately misled.

Peter Francis: The manager of course though it can be a little betwixt and between, ahem, Floordick has a way of walking into the punches, God bless him.

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The Chicory: Without naming real names, bestow upon the readers of The Chicory: a few of your favorite all-time scammers in the industry.

R.C. DeGlinkta: I remember the first time I recognized scamming as a valid art form, I was watching a legendary scam master, known to his friends as Mr. Shing-a-Ling, put a customer on ice. That’s when you pretend like the credit card machine is broken to force a cash transaction. The guy was pissed and pulling his hair out and all that, but Shing just spoke calmly, assuring the angry guest that this happened all the time and it was likely to be a while, as he performed a variety of meaningless card swipes and key combinations for effect. He drove this guy to the very brink and in the end was paid in cash. He deserved an Oscar for that performance.

Peter Francis: One guy comes to mind although there were so many, this guy was the best…and smoooooth.
His name was Anthony Adams and he was truly talented, even sold the menus.

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The Chicory: Of the 20 or so scams listed in the book, are there any you are particularly fond of for one reason or another?

R.C. DeGlinkta: Not really. I take Bruce Lee’s approach: whatever works. Adapt. The most yield for the least effort. That’s all that matters.

Peter Francis: I looked at it a little more like Aleister Crowley, that flamboyant old fraud from the other side of the pond, “do what thou whilst is the only rule”. Our Man In Amsterdam was especially appealing to witness, from a safe distance that is.

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The Chicory: In the history of these scams what was the biggest repercussion you were witness to after being discovered?

R.C. DeGlinkta: That’s the beauty of it. I have never seen any dire repercussions save questioning or termination, which is really amazing if you do the math. To a waiter with a good angle, two or three hundred extra a week is a meager take. That’s 10 grand plus, per year. Year after year that adds up to a tidy embezzlement. For instance, in 10 years that’s over a hundred grand! What other criminal gets away with a slap on the wrist and a pink slip for stealing that kind of money?

Peter Francis: I’ve heard some stories about scammers who got on the wrong side of a certain family of restaurateurs on Bourbon St. who ended up retiring hastily.

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The Chicory: How about a ballpark estimate of the biggest take you have ever been privy to?

R.C. DeGlinkta: No can do. Vanity gets a person collared.

Peter Francis: Skip it, next question.

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The Chicory: Tell us what the modus operandi of your “In the Know” series is.

R.C. DeGlinkta: For some reason we have acquired a bunch of underworld experience that we think might be useful to our readers, and with the help of Promethean Books, have decided to organize and release it in a series. “How to Burn Down the House” is the first of that series.

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The Chicory: Take this time to praise or assail your publisher, Promethean Books.

R.C. DeGlinkta: The have been very open-minded. Many people were convinced that we wouldn’t find a publisher, that the book was too inflammatory, poorly written, etc. So, we are thankful they stepped up. It’s been a good experience so far.

Peter Francis: I’ve enjoyed working with them. When we were shopping the manuscript around it was easy to get discouraged, to start second guessing yourself. Promethean Books ‘got it’, thought it was funny, and rolled the dice. Let’s hope it comes up a winner for them…and us.

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2 thoughts on “World’s Best Baked Scam”

  1. Schroeder says:
    November 8, 2006 at 2:14 am

    Did you happen to record this? If you did, please let me know, and if you think the quality is decent.

    Thanks. And … by the way … great post, great interview, great idea!

  2. Varg says:
    November 8, 2006 at 3:18 pm

    Unfortunately I didn’t. But I’m sure these guys are still around. I know they are updating their blog periodically. Swell fellas too. It wouldn’t be hard to set something up with them. They were supposed to do that “In the know” series and perhaps they are still looking for that.

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Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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