Busy Monday
Another night of gettin our asses kicked… but we still won in the end. Perhaps only by a field goal, but a W is a W. We are short a cook this week, and also happen to be extremely busy… people just love that patio. And God bless em! That is how the mortgage gets paid! Both my mortgage, and the mortgage of the restaurant. In no way is any of this a complaint. Just observations. Please, for the love of good, keep coming in.
What happens, being short a day cook, is that we fight a running battle all night long. Actions that would appear to be maniacal suddenly make sense. For example, we managed to succeed at the laughably foolhardy tasks like attempting to blanch fries during dinner rush. We are pros though, we can get it done. Kind of like storming the beach at Normandy while strip cleaning your rifle. Not ideal.
The food going out is never compromised. It can’t. The side orders of fries, in the above scenario, might take a few more minutes, but they will be crispy. We have to change the temp on the fry-o-lator constantly for a little while while we blanch them in between orders, but we make sure they still rock. No one wants lousy fries.