At 01:15 AM 1/15/98 -0600, Inagaddadavida wrote: > >This is so ironic, folks. You just don't know. I wrote a story back in 92 >about me flipping out on the cook line when a server kept interrupting the >flow of things, disturbing my rhythm. Here it is, happening for real, >details different, but end result essentially the same: Rael did flip out. > Ranted, raved, said the old bi*ch could give me some guidelines as to her >preferences...the management could learn to say NO...people could leave me >alone to cook..and could everyone just SHUT UP SO I CAN HEAR SIOUXSIE >SINGIN' IN MY HEAD!!?? Servers slunk (slunk? hmm..) outta the kitchen, Mr. >Manager sorta cocked his head, the turned and zoomed off/out, expediter had >his eyes closed (first night to ever expedite...he's the F&B man...poor >guy..), and Al was dodging the white-hot-gonna-sear-some-tuna (we do a >seared tuna w/pickled ginger/wasabi which sells decently and leads me to >believe there's some chilehead members out there somewhere...) saute pan I >had in my hand and was "speaking" with. > Sounds like an episode of the BBC series "Chef!" =Mark @ http://www.exit109.com/~mstevens @ Where ya' from? Jersey. Yeah? What exit?