It’s Saturday Night (file under Clusterf&*^ to the Kitchen)

Saturday was a bit of a stretch mentally. I guess in the scheme of things it could have been a whole lot worse. The day had been a little rough for me to begin with. Prep was taking longer than it should. But this illustrates how when the kitchen is wrong, it is truly wrong.

We were full due to the fact that Doug Gilmour’s Jersey was being retired by the Leafs. Incidentally, the first game in my memory that the Leafs have won this year. How sad. At any rate we had a full house. Everyone came at the same time and we have an issue where the servers decline to put orders in as they get them and instead service six tables and then ring them all in at the same time. To make matters even worse we had a table of twenty that had their bills all rung in separately which the kitchen did not know. As a result our whole service was screwed up. Moreover, because everyone came at the same time and wanted to leave immediately, we, the kitchen, were under enormous pressure.

At one point I had about ten or twelve things on the go when our Porter came with a stack of plates weighing about fifty pounds which he proceeded to drop on Chef and my foot. It was one of those moments that really tested your moxy as it would have been easy to drop everything and just throw your hands in the air. Smashing onto my toe I recoiled and held in the vitriolic spew that surely wanted to come out of my mouth. Chef and I exchanged a knowing and wise glance at which I’m quite certain the porter was considering dropping it all and running for his life. We regained our composure quickly however and went through the rest of service without incident.

There are several small issues which come out of this tale. None of which I am going to get into now because I believe that we need to address them first. Needless to say the owner was happy with our performance and bought us some beer. Still pulling shards of porcelain out of my foot I enjoyed a beer before coming home to sleep.

Mark Twain once wrote; “The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.”

Are you dreaming big and inspired?

A la prochaine

SDM