Slaving over a hot stove!
Last night, I really wished I was already on my holiday! Getting back into the kitchen after a seven-year break was quite exciting but last night I realised why I had hung up my apron!
Friday night we served 50 and it had been a walk in the park. Last night was like a sprint around the park. The first customers arrived at around 5.45pm. Kevin and I never looked up till 10.15pm.
At the last count Adam reckoned that we’d served around 120 people. And he emphasized that he’d sold 16 Mojitos even though his main barmaid had gone home poorly. He was left with two new members of staff who’d never worked behind a bar prior to Tuesday’s training session.
Apart from Kevin and me, we had one of our old kitchen porters, Lydia, sixteen years of loyal service, and helping her was 16-year old Joe.
Helping us with the cold tapas we had 18-year old Emma, who until this week worked in a pub that served plastic food.
In the background two 17-year old catering students, Phil and Ryan who, despite two years at college had to be shown how to sharpen knives, cube potatoes evenly or even clean mussels.
One hundred and twenty people! As the night wore on and wore us down, I kept mental notes of how to improve our speed, coordination and preparation. Kevin did the same.
After we served the last table, I wandered around the restaurant talking to customers, half of whom regularly visited our other restaurants.
Every one of them had really enjoyed the whole experience. A few, especially our older regulars confessed that they had never been to a tapas bar and had been confused as to what to order. That gave me the idea of compiling a menu for tapas-virgins giving them a pleasurable introduction to this great eating experience.
As I sipped a well-earned Mojito, Kevin and I dissected and laughed at our evening mishaps. We decided to get even better prepared next Saturday. We have a whole week to test our systems and train our young brigade.
Today, Karen and I have to stick a few coat hangers around the restaurant, survey the scene and then, this evening, attend our first dance lesson ever!
I never had time to take photos of the restaurant in full swing yet. I'm worried I might drop my camera in the stockpot!