Table 9, say hello to cardiac arrest for me.
It's been some time since I've posted a recap of my work shift and the hilarity contained therein, so tonight I shall indulge.
Setting: Thomas Street Tavern, Kitchen
Time: 9:30 pm
Characters: Myself and stoner night crew
As is the case with most Monday nights, it was rather slow with the occasional food order trickling in. All in all these are pretty generic orders, with the occasional surprise of something rare (also known as something healthy). One of my biggest complaints, aside from my boss being an uber-bitch, is that our menu is far too large for the kind of establishment we are. We are not a five-star restaurant. We have no sous chef, though if we did run such an establishment I would undoubtedly hold the over-glorified title of chef de partie, which is a stick-up-the-rear way of saying line cook. Tangent aside, TST is a bar. We’re legally called a tavern because we have a children’s menu.
One ticket in particular stuck out to me, and for obvious reasons. Here is what was ordered (on one ticket, I’ll remind you) this evening around 9:30:
Chicken Nachos
Mexicali Nachos
Onion Rings
Cheese Fries
Spinach Dip
Artichoke Dip
Chicken Tenders
Fries/Small
Right. My first instinct was to giggle a bit. For those of you who haven’t memorized our menu as I have, I’ll go ahead and throw it out there that this is almost our entire appetizer menu on one ticket. A genuine sampler. The only thing missing is an order of wings, which more often than not I tend to think of as an entrée.
The second thing that comes to mind is the last item on the order: Fries/Small.
Small? What, is someone watching their calories?
I make the food and send the order out, but I’m dead curious about just who is eating all this crap. So I peek out into the bar expecting to see a group of drunks or a little league team, the latter of the two being all too common. Guess again. The food is placed on a small table where two young people are seated. TWO.
A sample conversation:
Guy 1: What do you want to do for dinner?
Guy 2: I dunno. Want to go to Thomas Street?
Guy 1: Ok. I don’t know what I’ll have, though.
Guy 2: I don’t either. I guess we could just order 1 of everything.
Guy 1: Isn’t that kind of stupid?
Guy 2: Yeah, but I bet it’ll really tick off the cook!
Guy 1: Lolz, omgbbq let’s go!
I don’t know why it annoyed me as much as it did. If it had in fact been a group of people I might have been tempted to make a few jokes about their eating habits, ending it with the offering of pie and beer to wash down their fried food.
But two dudes?
I really just wanted to throw a salad at them.
Setting: Thomas Street Tavern, Kitchen
Time: 9:30 pm
Characters: Myself and stoner night crew
As is the case with most Monday nights, it was rather slow with the occasional food order trickling in. All in all these are pretty generic orders, with the occasional surprise of something rare (also known as something healthy). One of my biggest complaints, aside from my boss being an uber-bitch, is that our menu is far too large for the kind of establishment we are. We are not a five-star restaurant. We have no sous chef, though if we did run such an establishment I would undoubtedly hold the over-glorified title of chef de partie, which is a stick-up-the-rear way of saying line cook. Tangent aside, TST is a bar. We’re legally called a tavern because we have a children’s menu.
One ticket in particular stuck out to me, and for obvious reasons. Here is what was ordered (on one ticket, I’ll remind you) this evening around 9:30:
Chicken Nachos
Mexicali Nachos
Onion Rings
Cheese Fries
Spinach Dip
Artichoke Dip
Chicken Tenders
Fries/Small
Right. My first instinct was to giggle a bit. For those of you who haven’t memorized our menu as I have, I’ll go ahead and throw it out there that this is almost our entire appetizer menu on one ticket. A genuine sampler. The only thing missing is an order of wings, which more often than not I tend to think of as an entrée.
The second thing that comes to mind is the last item on the order: Fries/Small.
Small? What, is someone watching their calories?
I make the food and send the order out, but I’m dead curious about just who is eating all this crap. So I peek out into the bar expecting to see a group of drunks or a little league team, the latter of the two being all too common. Guess again. The food is placed on a small table where two young people are seated. TWO.
A sample conversation:
Guy 1: What do you want to do for dinner?
Guy 2: I dunno. Want to go to Thomas Street?
Guy 1: Ok. I don’t know what I’ll have, though.
Guy 2: I don’t either. I guess we could just order 1 of everything.
Guy 1: Isn’t that kind of stupid?
Guy 2: Yeah, but I bet it’ll really tick off the cook!
Guy 1: Lolz, omgbbq let’s go!
I don’t know why it annoyed me as much as it did. If it had in fact been a group of people I might have been tempted to make a few jokes about their eating habits, ending it with the offering of pie and beer to wash down their fried food.
But two dudes?
I really just wanted to throw a salad at them.