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I wanted to talk some in the industry cooking and some of your craziest stories of getting slammed. I mean to the point that you almost sunk and burned as an establishment but turned on the jets and just dominated.
Tonight, may have been one of my most miserable and, yet, proud moment of my life. I cook at a small fine dining place in Slidell, LA. 30 minutes out of New Orleans. Place gets steady business, but I have worked in much busier places. Tonight, our block where we are located are surrounded by businesses. They decided to come together and throw a block party to make some business for the places. Well, tonight we got bombarded. From about 6 on the dot until 9:15 we pushed out over 250 people. I only work in a 3 man kitchen. I am talking we pushed out burgers, fries, chicken sandwiches, bouilabaise, ducks, Ny Strips grilled ceaser salads, 3 different salads. hot dogs, softshell crab, shrimp and grits, chicken ratatouille with a demi glace, fried green tomatoes, and so much more. We must have served 70 burgers alone. We have a bar side and a restaurant side. We run a bar menu at all times. We also char grilled oysters. It was fucking nuts. I cried and died on the inside. I cramped up because there was no time to drink water. We were so close to burning and we pulled it out and knocked it out the park. There are two more restaurants on our same block. They only did about 30 tables combined. Everyone came to us. Especially, everything we do there is by hand. From hand cut fries to grinding our own burger meat to make every sauce from scratch. We only shop fresh and there is no such thing a Sysco. We dont have a freezer. Tonight, is what cooking is about. You felt like you were in a battle all night and you won. You won!
Anybody else have a good story? Or just a story they would like to share? Could be a fun thread.
Tonight, may have been one of my most miserable and, yet, proud moment of my life. I cook at a small fine dining place in Slidell, LA. 30 minutes out of New Orleans. Place gets steady business, but I have worked in much busier places. Tonight, our block where we are located are surrounded by businesses. They decided to come together and throw a block party to make some business for the places. Well, tonight we got bombarded. From about 6 on the dot until 9:15 we pushed out over 250 people. I only work in a 3 man kitchen. I am talking we pushed out burgers, fries, chicken sandwiches, bouilabaise, ducks, Ny Strips grilled ceaser salads, 3 different salads. hot dogs, softshell crab, shrimp and grits, chicken ratatouille with a demi glace, fried green tomatoes, and so much more. We must have served 70 burgers alone. We have a bar side and a restaurant side. We run a bar menu at all times. We also char grilled oysters. It was fucking nuts. I cried and died on the inside. I cramped up because there was no time to drink water. We were so close to burning and we pulled it out and knocked it out the park. There are two more restaurants on our same block. They only did about 30 tables combined. Everyone came to us. Especially, everything we do there is by hand. From hand cut fries to grinding our own burger meat to make every sauce from scratch. We only shop fresh and there is no such thing a Sysco. We dont have a freezer. Tonight, is what cooking is about. You felt like you were in a battle all night and you won. You won!
Anybody else have a good story? Or just a story they would like to share? Could be a fun thread.
