The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.
“Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”
In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.
“New orders in, listen up.”
Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.
But tonight was a different story.
“Tables six and ten, ready at the window.”
More waiters grabbed their trays and thanked me for letting them get on their way. As I finished the next few dishes I heard a waiter call out to me and place a plate on the counter.
I stared at him in pure confusion, “What’s wrong with this?”
“The customer wants a new steak, not enough pepper on it.”
Curious, I cut off a piece and tasted it, quickly getting the balance of spices and natural flavor of the meat.
“Tell them they’re an idiot and to fuck off. It’s perfectly seasoned.”
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