It was one of those days. I got absolutely slammed at the Inn. November 30th was the last day everyone could use their 2005 Hospice coupons, and every procrastinator in C'ville decided to show up to use that damn coupon. They were crawling out of the woodwork like you wouldn't believe. We were turning them away and they were getting pissed off. Normally, I dream of days when we turn away people that didn't have the forsight to make a reservation, but sheesh...
So I got crushed. At around 1 o'clock this afternoon, I was thinking how nice it would be to be doing something less stressful, like being homeless in DC or being on the receiving end of prison sex. It was that bad.
Oh, and as a general rule; if you put bacon on the special, they will buy it. Especially if there's goat cheese in the picture. Special today: Roast breast of chicken topped with Smithfield bacon, chives and goat cheese and served over greens with a port wine vinaigrette. Sold 12 of them yesterday. Sold 18 today. Sweet Jesus.
Tim, my man; you did the right thing to get out of cooking for a living. It's rough and brutal. It's hell on the knees and joints in general.
Ah, well. Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be... chefs.