Tonight was bizarre
Slow-ish night at work... totally overstaffed and kinda pissed that we weren't doing more business. Grumpy Chefs are a bad thing. Then one of my waiter asks me to go out and talk to a table. So I go, it was slow, why the fuck not. They are in their 50-60's and I am sporting alil attitude but say hi, how was everything, in my head wondering why I am out in the dining room talking to these people. They tell me they travel 4 months out of every year, all over the globe, and tonight was one of 2 meals in their life that were perfect meals. OK so now I am kinda glad I went out, nice ego stroke from the old people. The wife then tells me her mom and sister died this past week and this was their getaway so she could recoup after both funerals. And that during dinner, for the first time all week, she was focused on something other then the past week, they spent an hour and a half talking about this dinner and how it compared to that dinner in some log cabin in Alberta somewhere 22 years ago. It wasn't until the dinner was over that she realized that she had not been dwelling on her great losses of the past week. She wanted to thank me for that, and said she very much needed it.
I am humbled, ego stroke gone, somehow, simply by cooking a meal, I comforted someones soul. It reminds me of the magic of a great meal. It is going to stick with me for some time.
Slow-ish night at work... totally overstaffed and kinda pissed that we weren't doing more business. Grumpy Chefs are a bad thing. Then one of my waiter asks me to go out and talk to a table. So I go, it was slow, why the fuck not. They are in their 50-60's and I am sporting alil attitude but say hi, how was everything, in my head wondering why I am out in the dining room talking to these people. They tell me they travel 4 months out of every year, all over the globe, and tonight was one of 2 meals in their life that were perfect meals. OK so now I am kinda glad I went out, nice ego stroke from the old people. The wife then tells me her mom and sister died this past week and this was their getaway so she could recoup after both funerals. And that during dinner, for the first time all week, she was focused on something other then the past week, they spent an hour and a half talking about this dinner and how it compared to that dinner in some log cabin in Alberta somewhere 22 years ago. It wasn't until the dinner was over that she realized that she had not been dwelling on her great losses of the past week. She wanted to thank me for that, and said she very much needed it.
I am humbled, ego stroke gone, somehow, simply by cooking a meal, I comforted someones soul. It reminds me of the magic of a great meal. It is going to stick with me for some time.