100 Degrees
Tonight it was about 100 degrees in the kitchen. I am pretty sure a lost a few pounds in sweat. I am not actually sure if it is technically possible to lose weight that way, but it sure feels like it. I suppose that the complete lack of desire to actually eat anything even vaguely heavy probably helps in that regard.
When the weather is super humid like this, people don’t like to sit on the patio as much. Hardcore AC is the order of the day. No one here in the north has developed a tolerance for this kind of climactic brutality yet.
What this means for a restaurant like mine is that you get REAL busy after the sun goes down, and a time when I am accustomed to doing prep and cleaning up. This also tends to happen after the swing cook is cut, so I get to deal with this solo. And I did. It was a fight, but I came out on top, if only by a field goal. All the food went out looking good. Even the crazy person who wanted her ratatouille served over a bed of pasta got her wish.