01/09/2011
Shift = Lunch
Weather = Overcast, 65 degrees
Today I opened the resturant to work the lunch shift and I knew it would be a slow day. How do I know this? I can kind of gage how busy Im going to be according to how busy Hwy 98 is on the way to work. This morning I was running late and I ran out the door in my T-Shirt and ponytail mentally cursing myself for spending too much time on facebook before getting in the shower. I rushed through my morning ritual of shower, deodorize, lotion, dry hair, get dressed, apply minimal makeup, and fix hair in no frills ponytail and hauled ass out of my place of residence. I manage to land my car like a fighter jet would land on an aircraft carrier and make my way to clock in at exactly 10:00am. As I predicted we were showing to have a slow day according to sales and table count from the previous year so this morning set up was minimal. Three trays of tarter sauce had to be placed in tiny cups and lidded, sweet and unsweet tea had to be made, lemons cut, tables wiped down, and other typical pre-game set up was done. All and all it was a blah kind of day. Little old snow birds are our main clientele this time of year and they like to stick to their budgets and drink a pot of coffee with their piping hot gumbo. Notice the weather documentation at the top? It was 65 degrees.. yet these people come in and turtle necks, coats, cardigans, hats, and boots. Id like to see how in the world they would fare in NWA having to walk a half a footballs feild in length to reach the door that lets you into your place of business in -4 degree weather.. in dress shoes no less. I could almost hear their teeth chattering as I took their orders all day long while i stood there burning up in my shorts and t-shirt.
I didnt have any weirdos today really.. I did have one lady confuse me with her request that no seafood sauce be spread all over her crab legs. What the hell is seafood sauce I think to myself. I cock my eyebrow at her and smile and say, " oh, well we bring the drawn butter, tarter, or remoulaude on the side of any entree here." She shakes her head, " No, the seafood sauce, I dont want any on my crab legs at all." W.T.F? So instead of trying to pretend I know what she is talking about I ask " Ma'm, Im sorry I dont think I understand what you mean?" She says, " You know, that stuff made with horseradish." OHHHHHHHH, she meant cocktail sauce. I tell her that cocktail sauce is on the table and that we dont season our steamed crablegs in anyway, they come as they are, fresh out of the steamer. I then walk to the back to place her order in the system wondering to myself where on earth she had eaten that had smeared cocktail sauce all over the outside of her crablegs?? Wouldnt that be kind of slippery?? How in hell would anyone manage to crack them open?? Disturbing.. I couldnt wrap my mind around this. In fact, explaining this to my daughter and husband at the table caused us all to have a laugh because my 7 year old mid-chew of her deer steak says, " Yeah, Ill bet she is from Alabama or something." HAHAHA!! I dont know how or when it happened but she has developed a clear and open disdain for Alabama. I guess she decided the lady was a few crayons shy of a box and clearly from Alabama. Who knows.
Today is the National Championship game and it so happens that LSU and Alabama will be squaring off for the title of greatest college football team of 2011. ( game or not we all know who the real champs are!! Childs, Adams, Wilson, all lead by the messiah of SEC football himself Bobby Petrino you know you guys kill'em all ) my main kitchen manager named Matt is a diehard fan of LSU being from Louisisana himself and always has at least one peice of LSU appearal on. He makes our gumbo in the back and its always yummy. People cant get enough of it! Today he was in particularly high spirits because of tonights game so we were all treated to home made shrimp and crawfish etoufee. Now, no one and I mean NO ONE makes etoufee like my Aunt Anna but this stuff was pretty amazing. Mid chew he walks by and takes a long look at me and says, " You're a Hog fan arent you?" I swallow and smile widely and say, "Yes sir, born and bred" He says, " That etoufee pretty good?" I smile and say, " Absolutely! Very good!" He grins like a cheshire cat and says " Can I get a ' Geaux Tigers' out of you today?" I smile and say, " My body rejects those words, I could try but my throat would close off and no words would escape. He laughs loudly and walks away and says, "fair enough!" I did give him a good luck as he walked out sporting his purple and gold jersey. I guess if I have to pick between the two I will pick LSU. My gumbo mafia league girls are from Louisiana and my cousin Haliegh lives there.. so LSU I guess it is. Until next season that is.
Although not a bad day I stopped and got some rum and light strawberry daquiri mix. I live in Florida, so this evening while watching a game I dont particularly care about, I will be drinking like a Floridian.
See you all tomorrow. Go orange feline from Louisiana.. I guess.
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