Yesterday the boss told me "I'll take your salary and do your fucking job myself! You think I can't order and schedule and do tips ( Read more... )

Got off work early because just before 6 there was a pop! and half the lights went out. Thank the gods the refrigeration mostly stayed on, but with no dish machine and no hood fan, we had to close.

We'll see if we can open tomorrow.

This morning the boss told me that his labor cost calculations have been wrong since he got back from his ten weeks off in winter. He's chewed me out three times about how I'm losing him money on labor ( Read more... )

Lunch was slow, finished off the second batch of chowder (had half left over from last week) and got all the prep done fairly early. Sous' pepper steak and prawns special was yummy and well-received. Deliciously tender, with a crunchy bitter hot black pepper crust. Too bad we didn't have green peppercorns, but 'twas lovely. I made beurre rouge to ( Read more... )

Busy Sunday. Lunch was not too crazy, though A was bouncing on the cold side when I walked in just before noon. RR had the hot side well in hand.

I had been readying myself to go down the hill when my phone rang. It was hippybear, who said "We're sitting in this Big River place, but they say you aren't here ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Made it to Friday. Slow lunch. Double had it, though he was still whiny and I was still mad at him. I got tons of prep done. He tried to kiss ass and was all phony. Feh. Rich Rouse came in and kicked ass with me on dinner. I got even more prep done. Tomorrow's soup is gonna be lovely: curried lentil, garnished with a dot of plain yogurt and a mint ( Read more... )

I don't wanna be here today. I don't want to go drag these lazy malicious children along behind me. I want a better gig. I want a better kitchen. I want a more experienced crew. I worry that my level of competence as a chef matches theirs as cooks, which would not bode well. I want a city. I want benefits. I want achievable incentives. I want to ( Read more... )

We were absolutely buried from the time we opened the door. Jebus, what a long day. 202 lunches (a record) and oh, 160 dinners by the time I left. I was in the weeds for THREE STRAIGHT HOURS.

I so need this vacation. Too bad the boss's fershluggener numbers denied me a bonus so that I can't afford to actually DO anything.

RR the new guy is a pro. Good goddamn, what a joy to have this guy cooking for me. *cross fingers* He and his adorable zaftig wife have been in twice in two days! Last night she wanted to try the salmon chowder; tonight he wanted the prime rib. I am oddly flattered that he likes the food ( Read more... )