Although the weather was perfect for the beach all weekend, we served over 200 lunches on Thursday and Friday; almost 400 Saturday, and about 300 today. Many large parties all four days had us scrambling to accommodate everyone. Parties of 10, 12, 14, and even 18 had reservations on the various days, and then there were the walk-ins. Every staff member did a great job.
A few weekend low-lights:
A little girl (around 7 yo) had a hissyfit for some unknown reason and after running around the restaurant with mother on her tail, suddenly stopped, threw herself into a booth and proceeded to bang her head - hard - screeching at the top of her lungs. Mom was finally asked to take the darling outside and away from the open front doors, so diners wouldn't have to see or hear the fit. Unfortunately, she could still be heard - half a block away.
At closing time on Friday night as the lights were being turned off, one of the bartenders mentioned that there were two people in the place, probably the restrooms. The ladies room was empty, but upon inspection of the mens room there was a pair of men's legs standing in the stall and a pair of women's legs kneeling in front of him. I am told there were audible groans - both male and female - until they were told (loudly) to "get a room"!
At closing time again last night after Karaoke, two males were discovered sharing a very 'intimate exchange' in the alley between the restaurant and the store. It was broken up without incident, but they were none too happy at being caught. Who would be?
I'm exhausted and almost fell into my AS cocktail this afternoon. (I didn't stay around for one yesterday, just wanted to get home and be quiet.) The Golden Margarita was delicious and smooth, but as I sipped I could feel the energy draining from my extremities. I didn't want to get up from the bar stool - standing and walking all day can do that to you - but I headed for the door and took a slow, quiet walk home.
Supper and a glass of wine will set me up for the night. Cheers!
And so it goes.
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I miss our Sunday night dinners at the Feathered One. We used to have such fun discussing the events of our particular jobs. Although, after hearing about your "adventures" I daresay I couldn't top your stories. My manager used to work at the Avenue Inn. Oh the stories he has told. Much like yours. Working the main drag in Rehoboth in the height of the summer season is definitely not boring. Such fun. I am envious (not really) :)
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ReplyDeleteJesus! What kind of restaurant is that anyway? m.
ReplyDelete@Mark: Family restaurant until late night, it seems. Just that people get more and more tacky as the years go by. Gay and straight. Sleaze is always sleaze.
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