The Server

THE SERVER — Major Arcana of the Burned Out and Battle-Hardened.

She floats through neon flames and 3 AM last calls with a grin you can’t kill. This tarot doesn’t promise good fortune or true love — it guarantees half-bus tubs, cheap Merlot on your apron, and the unholy knowledge that hell is a five-top walking in ten minutes before close.

Bones bare, plate steady, eyes locked on the chaos — she’s the patron saint of “How’s everything tasting?” and the silent vow to never get stuck behind a desk.

Wear it if you’ve earned your scars in the weeds and live for the shift that tries to eat you alive.

Pull this card, tip your server, and pray your fries come out hot.
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Whether you're layering up for the walk-in or winding down with something brown in a glass, it’s got the weight and structure to remind you: you survived the night.
100% cotton, unless it’s grey — then it’s a bit of a mutt (but still loyal)
Built thick enough to handle fryer smoke and shame

Stitched tough — no flimsy fashion seams here

Fits like it’s meant to — not clinging, not sloppy, just right

Sourced from places where people still work for a living.
Worn by people who never stop.


Every piece is made just for you the moment you order. That means it takes a little longer to show up at your door — but we’re not cranking out piles of landfill fashion no one asked for.

We make it on demand, not on autopilot.
No waste. No warehouse full of crap.
Just a slower, smarter way to get gear that actually matters.

Thanks for giving a damn. Most people don’t.