Last night was insanity. Busiest night I've ever worked. Lunch was ok, but dinner was..mind bending.
An anecdote to start with though.
I was cooking, Daniel on broil. We were bumping food out at the start super fast. One of our servers says "slow down, you're going to fast!" because her timing is then off. It happens again, she says "what? my food's already up!? they wanted me to add something to it!" So I have to add a lamb chop, not long. But she wants to switch out her salmon, for a new salmon coming up, and call somebody else to take her salmon out for their table. Well. I'm not lead and I just dealt with it. I call the other server.
Now. The other server comes up. see me put up two salmon fresh, and one older one. She reaches behind all the food to grab the fresh one, and runs out.I'm busting up laughing at the irony at this point. Not only did one person fuck up, but two. Even though the other person was in the right to take the fresh. I call the other salmon, and the server takes the other one. The Lamb is done, I call the original server with the delayed ticket, and she looks at the salmon and says "This is the original salmon,isn't it?" I was getting the biggest kick out of that.
Either way. Busy as shit dinner. Towards the end we start running out of everything. Fines, ok I need to chop some more to order in middle of a crazy rush. No parsley for the fines? Ok. I just throw in whatever I can find. I end up going on the deck in middle of a rush to find whatever I can that looks like parsley. I run out of basil chiffinade. I end up doing it to order. My line was depleted, no more backups.
Jesus. It was insanity. I started loosing it at the end. We we're slipping all over the places, running around like kitchens without heads, and all the time I was just laughing about everything. I couldn't stop laughing. I was going crazy.
Eventually. I got my head on around 9:30 when it all stopped. half an hour after we closed. I then realized, shit. I never did the orders. Charlies (produce) is ok, but the Ocean Beauty(seafood,duh) had to be by 9...as my boss was sitting at the bar drinking, when I was cooking at 9. So..I call my boss and tell him he's going to run out of a lot of seafood on Monday, and tell him to have fun. Get the Charlies done, finish cleaning up. My dishwasher was super behind so I grab a beer, and help him do dishes, along side Lucas. Lucas and I doing dishes, drinking, and our dishwasher putting them away. It was probably a pretty good sight.
Since Kieth was apart of all that horror on the pantry side, I invited him over to drink. I had a few beers/jager at work, went through 3/4ths a bottle of vodka and some other stuff. Played Counter-Strike, Drunkfox, and watched transformers.
This morning we were hung over as shit so we went to Braeburn for breakfast, and I finally got my tax return in the mail from 05. Along with the fact I balanced my checkbook and found out I had an extra 200$ I didn't know about. So I'm a happy camper.
It's a good thing so little people read this shit. Most of it makes no sense.
An anecdote to start with though.
I was cooking, Daniel on broil. We were bumping food out at the start super fast. One of our servers says "slow down, you're going to fast!" because her timing is then off. It happens again, she says "what? my food's already up!? they wanted me to add something to it!" So I have to add a lamb chop, not long. But she wants to switch out her salmon, for a new salmon coming up, and call somebody else to take her salmon out for their table. Well. I'm not lead and I just dealt with it. I call the other server.
Now. The other server comes up. see me put up two salmon fresh, and one older one. She reaches behind all the food to grab the fresh one, and runs out.I'm busting up laughing at the irony at this point. Not only did one person fuck up, but two. Even though the other person was in the right to take the fresh. I call the other salmon, and the server takes the other one. The Lamb is done, I call the original server with the delayed ticket, and she looks at the salmon and says "This is the original salmon,isn't it?" I was getting the biggest kick out of that.
Either way. Busy as shit dinner. Towards the end we start running out of everything. Fines, ok I need to chop some more to order in middle of a crazy rush. No parsley for the fines? Ok. I just throw in whatever I can find. I end up going on the deck in middle of a rush to find whatever I can that looks like parsley. I run out of basil chiffinade. I end up doing it to order. My line was depleted, no more backups.
Jesus. It was insanity. I started loosing it at the end. We we're slipping all over the places, running around like kitchens without heads, and all the time I was just laughing about everything. I couldn't stop laughing. I was going crazy.
Eventually. I got my head on around 9:30 when it all stopped. half an hour after we closed. I then realized, shit. I never did the orders. Charlies (produce) is ok, but the Ocean Beauty(seafood,duh) had to be by 9...as my boss was sitting at the bar drinking, when I was cooking at 9. So..I call my boss and tell him he's going to run out of a lot of seafood on Monday, and tell him to have fun. Get the Charlies done, finish cleaning up. My dishwasher was super behind so I grab a beer, and help him do dishes, along side Lucas. Lucas and I doing dishes, drinking, and our dishwasher putting them away. It was probably a pretty good sight.
Since Kieth was apart of all that horror on the pantry side, I invited him over to drink. I had a few beers/jager at work, went through 3/4ths a bottle of vodka and some other stuff. Played Counter-Strike, Drunkfox, and watched transformers.
This morning we were hung over as shit so we went to Braeburn for breakfast, and I finally got my tax return in the mail from 05. Along with the fact I balanced my checkbook and found out I had an extra 200$ I didn't know about. So I'm a happy camper.
It's a good thing so little people read this shit. Most of it makes no sense.