the end of Juner
Today RR nailed lunch and sous was in a better mood. I was tired of mussels, which the boss likes on Friday nights. The boss is out of town, so I bought a gallon of shucked Willapa Bay oysters instead. I wanted to serve shooters, but we don't serve hard liquor, so we don't keep shot glasses. I went across the street but Missus Boss would only let loose of six, which isn't enough for service. So I offered oyster stew and pan-fried oysters. Sold half the gallon by the time I left, though no chowder -- dredged in flour and fried in butter with roasted red potatoes and spinach wilted in bacon fat and sherry vinegar, then tossed with crispy crumbled bacon.
Cold-side guy A made great tartar and cocktail sauces to go alongside, and with lemon wedges it was a good special. Poor A was crying in the kitchen when I walked in this morning; he broke up with his girlfriend of some years last night. I put my arms around him and he cried on my shoulder, the poor little macho big-truck kid. Later he shook my hand with tears in his eyes and said he appreciated my support.
I hadn't served oysters since April because I knew that someone would bring up the R-month thing. An old lady did just that. (She had been in some weeks ago and had the pork cutlet with green chile gravy and wants it again.) She sent the server back to me to ask about the quality of the oysters since there is no R in this month. I assured her they were fat and firm and fresh from the Pacific. She asked for them well done. I went out to see what she thought -- and she loved them.
Her son or son-in-law said it was the month of Juner.
Cold-side guy A made great tartar and cocktail sauces to go alongside, and with lemon wedges it was a good special. Poor A was crying in the kitchen when I walked in this morning; he broke up with his girlfriend of some years last night. I put my arms around him and he cried on my shoulder, the poor little macho big-truck kid. Later he shook my hand with tears in his eyes and said he appreciated my support.
I hadn't served oysters since April because I knew that someone would bring up the R-month thing. An old lady did just that. (She had been in some weeks ago and had the pork cutlet with green chile gravy and wants it again.) She sent the server back to me to ask about the quality of the oysters since there is no R in this month. I assured her they were fat and firm and fresh from the Pacific. She asked for them well done. I went out to see what she thought -- and she loved them.
Her son or son-in-law said it was the month of Juner.