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Dec. 21st, 2003 02:37 amI had an eight hour shift at the bar tonight, and I was moving the entire time. Every single table in the Grill Bar was packed from 6 to 8 or so. And there were just four of us taking care of the whole room.
And we did it.
When things got really tough, they sent Nelson, a barback who used to own his own restaurant (he intends to open another one someday, but he wants to take a year or so as a barback, basically as a vacation), to help us. Which was a big help: he could reset tables and do all that sort of thing, as well as run things back and forth from the kitchen.
I don't remember much from those hours -- just a sense of constant, purposeful movement. I just remember a feeling of working, "clicking", just working as a team. The waitstaff would yell drink orders to me as they walked past; I'd have five or six glasses set up (you grab the appropriate glass as the order's yelled to you -- that acts as a memory aid: "Hmm. I've got three white wine glasses here, two of them are touching and one's seperate. Thats. . . . two chardonnays and a pino grigio. Then, the two red wine glasses are two merlots, the soda glass is a diet coke, the two highball glasses are a vodka tonic and a scotch and water, and the rocks glass is bourbon on the rocks." Stuff like that), and I'd be able to hand them their drinks just as they came back from where they'd been going.
It was, frankly, beautiful.
And we did it.
When things got really tough, they sent Nelson, a barback who used to own his own restaurant (he intends to open another one someday, but he wants to take a year or so as a barback, basically as a vacation), to help us. Which was a big help: he could reset tables and do all that sort of thing, as well as run things back and forth from the kitchen.
I don't remember much from those hours -- just a sense of constant, purposeful movement. I just remember a feeling of working, "clicking", just working as a team. The waitstaff would yell drink orders to me as they walked past; I'd have five or six glasses set up (you grab the appropriate glass as the order's yelled to you -- that acts as a memory aid: "Hmm. I've got three white wine glasses here, two of them are touching and one's seperate. Thats. . . . two chardonnays and a pino grigio. Then, the two red wine glasses are two merlots, the soda glass is a diet coke, the two highball glasses are a vodka tonic and a scotch and water, and the rocks glass is bourbon on the rocks." Stuff like that), and I'd be able to hand them their drinks just as they came back from where they'd been going.
It was, frankly, beautiful.
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Date: 2003-12-20 11:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-20 11:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-20 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-21 12:02 am (UTC)Wonderful, isn't it?
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Date: 2003-12-21 05:06 am (UTC)... and this "never happens", right? :-)
I'm glad that the experience went well... the 'team clicking' feeling is great when it happens.
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Date: 2003-12-21 08:09 am (UTC)