Can someone spill the beans on whats happening in this place?

Establishment: Maximilian’s

Location: NoHo

This restaurant is the most back assward hole I’ve ever been to. New servers and management weekly. What the f#*k? Anytime you ask a waiter what happened to the last one, they freeze up and look at you like you’re the f#&*ing CIA. The food is wonderful, although you’ll wait a cold day in hell to get it, and the dumb ass food runner makes mistakes all over the place then hangs around your table as if he’s waiting to be paid off. It’s suspiciously weird there and what few women they had working are all gone. One that used to be there (we dine there weekly) used to smile so brightly all the while her hands were shaking as if she’d been beaten to a pulp. We’ve heard so many goddamn stories, it makes you wonder what the f#*k is going on. It took two years after construction was done just for them to open the doors. Since then we’ve witnessed a freak show each month. What people they had are long gone and none of them will spill the beans on what’s happening. Is this normal for small restaurants? Anyone ever notice how much they’re adding on for appearances but the management’s still f#&*ed up? Is the owner smoking crack?

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Having worked there for sometime, I can vouch for the poster’s comments … to a degree. First of all, the man who owns this “could-be” diamond in the rough, is a retired trial attorney(J.G. Hurley) who’s got a lot of money and a boat-load of paranoia. True, he could have earned all that dough himself, but it’s true there is something very suspicious about this man. Apparently he owns apartments and houses all over the North Hollywood and Studio City area. I’ve been told a few are tenanted by SEVERAL of his mistresses - he’s still married - apparently claiming Catholics don’t believe in divorce (is he pre-Vatican II, whereas an ANULMENT would suffice?). Mind you, this guy is nearing his mid to late 70’s or even eighties. He supposedly very “strictly” wants sexual harrassment to be non-existent in his restaurant and yet he cats himself around and degrades women right and left. Did I mention he will only allow Catholic church music to be played in the restaurant? Amazing thing to insist in a town filled with Jews.
He’s served on the North Hollywood Chamber of Commerce and for the last 20-some odd years he’s been the president of the Ralph M. Parsons Foundation, which, by the way, had been investigated by the California Attorney General in 1976 because of a questionable board of directors. Then this oaf climbed aboard and suddenly they’re squeaky clean.
What makes me scrutinize this man is not the aforementioned, but the fact that he’s got cameras and microphones mounted all over the entire restaurant, which his chauffeur/assistant sits around and watches and listens to judiciously day after day after freakin’ day. His assistant by the way, resides in an apartment just below the main business office, which sits directly behind the restaurant. There are also cameras all across the property of the entire block, which Mr. H owns. All of them, apparently keeping tabs on the activities of the restaurant. Ok, so he’s really paranoid? So what?
Well, he fires servers on a regular basis, all of which he will not return phone calls to the Employment Development Department (EDD) so that they can claim unemployment, which by law, they are entitled to. He has no grounds for most terminations and won’t even bare testimony to EDD that he did indeed terminate them. In firing servers often for no good given reason, which technically can be considered “wrongful termination” and severance should apply, this guy won’t let go of a penny, nor will he even acknowledge that rightfully he could have his butt sued off. Smell a law suit or two or three or four, etc?
Other infractions of proper management is quickly brushed under the carpet … managers are forced to leave, servers being squeezed out from shifts down to one or two, if even, a week. No breaks are given, much less enforced. Overtime is improperly calculated from an accountant who has been apparently asleep to California law for the last 30 years. After each shift, hired help is forced to sign disclaimers stating that they “were not injured on the job” and other bullshit statements to prevent future lawsuits.
This man is very obviously HIDING a lot and doesn’t want anyone who could force his “files” to be opened to public scrutiny to step foot in the restaurant. His current solution is to fill the server positions with temporaries from culinary staffing agencies. He pays out double, if not triple the amount for them just to find employees who won’t tattle on his fat ass.
Several former business colleagues have dined at the restaurant and stated that he is a miserable son of a bitch … who tries to cover it all up with the obnoxious Catholic music.
Oh yeah, and apparently he’s been saying that he “does not care” if the restaurant fails, that he’ll just “knock it down” and put something else on the lot.
If anyone knows any other juicey details, please post them. Money laundering comes in many forms and many disguises.

Most of the men who work here are classically stupid … you know the kind who honestly believe that decent women would even consider them. Does eye contact during conversation define a wantonness? I think not, but these as#%*es think otherwise. One tries to get inside the pants/skirts of anything that moves. He jumps nasty looking women and then boldly tries to charm ones way out of his league while cooly trying to downplay the fact that he has a teenage daughter to some trashy ex and has no money to speak of. He’s actually really attractive until he opens his mouth. Another blind fool there thinks if you’re friendly or complimentary toward him you want to jump his bones, regardless of how waifishly skinny and pale he is (yuck) or how moronic he behaves. He even brags that he looks like Keanu Reeves. Yeah. Right. And still another yet believes if your gender contains anything other than X and Y chromosomes, you will succumb to his power simply because money talks, even though he’s 90 years old and fat and god-awful ugly and crippled. Don’t dare defy him though - he hates women and will heap dirt upon your name as he’s shoving you out the door. Losers abound! (Not all, but most of them). Great place to work however if you’re a queer!

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