A Grass Roots Solution
I have waited tables for a living since 1997. In that time I've been able to work in everything from a wholesome family resturant, a seedy drink-yourself-to-oblivion lounge to fine (seafood and wine) dining. In every establishment I have always been open about my life long hobby of role playing games with both my coworkers and guests. I am blessed to currently work in a resturaunt owned by hippies that let me grow my hair and beard as long as I wish AND let me wear what ever I wish while waiting tables. I wear gaming t-shirts almost every day, except for the days I wear Navy t-shirts.
I shamlessly self promote at every oppurtunity. I live in Lexington, KY. It is a very conservative community, both religiously and politically. I get lots of questions about my t-shirts from my tables and I always answer truthfully. I explain I'm a life long gamer. That I play D&D and have since 1978. I also tell them that I'm a Navy vet, studied philosophy and anthropolgy at University of Miami and I'm currently back in school studying to become a nurse. I also tell them that the University of Kentucky has a gaming club and that I help with their gaming convention.
I almost NEVER make less than 20% of my sales in tips AFTER tipping out the bussers and kitchen. I have more call parties (people asking to sit in my section only) than anyone else in my resturaunt, and they all know I'm a gamer.
Now, when they hear about D&D their association is with me, their favorite waiter.
How many of you hide your gamer side? I've wanted to get a t-shirt made with a flaming d20 on the front and "Out of the Basement" on the back. Maybe we need an "Out of the Basement" marketing campaign.
Respectfully,
Edward Kopp: Arcaniac at Large