So some stupid fucker at the restaurant thought that it would be a good idea to book parties of 28, 12 and 10, all to be seated at 9 pm last night.
Even better than that was that for only one of these did we have a set menu – granted it did no good because we didn’t receive it until yesterday.
Oh, and even better was that our chef was at a concert instead of in the kitchen.
Fortunately the other line cook came in on his day off to help out, otherwise the sous chef and I would have been totally screwed.
I just hope that this weekend is kind of slow, what with the 4th and all. Tonight are the fireworks downtown (in the 7 years I’ve lived here I’ve never figured out why Chicago does the fireworks on the 3rd), so that might help suppress business after a hectic Wednesday.
Serenity now, insanity later.