A memoir of Edward Chisholm’s time as a Parisian runner/waiter.
In 2011, Edward Chisholm moved from London to Paris in search of a satisfying career. He took a restaurant job while fantasising about becoming a writer. He managed to secure a position as a runner with very little knowledge of the French language or experience as a waitperson. After six brutal months, he became an official waiter.
The author shares the appalling working conditions that he and his co-workers faced behind the façade of fine French dining, as well as his experiences with squalid living conditions and homelessness.