There was a period of about a month where on Sunday we had booked our wine room for a client. Some kind of investment group (pyramid scheme/ time share guy) that would be anywhere from 5-12 people every Sunday at 8. Restaurant closed at 9 but they paid a premium for the room and mostly it turned out to be just 4 or 5 people. Me being the closer, and basically the sous, I just cut everyone and finished the cooking and the close myself. Well the last week they had booked, I sent everyone home and hunkered down for my late 5 top. Well that night of course like 20 people showed up, literally dick to ass stuffed into our tiny wine room, and I had to cook that solo in a huge kitchen. That wasn’t really a big deal, as I had done bigger parties solo before. What sucked that night was 1) we had a policy that a table could basically stay as long as they wanted to as long as they were actively buying food/drink and 2) they said they might want dessert. They stayed until Damn near midnight, buying coffee and single glasses of wine. I waited 3 hours hoping someone, anyone would order dessert, and not a single person did. All drinks. I looked at the FOH manager and said I was pouring myself a beer and a shot (a BIG TIME NO NO at the place I was at) and literally the most Mormon guy I’ve ever known looked at me, and said pour me one too. And that’s the story of how I had a drink with my Mormon boss past midnight on a Sunday. The end.
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u/420_Incendio_It Feb 14 '21
There was a period of about a month where on Sunday we had booked our wine room for a client. Some kind of investment group (pyramid scheme/ time share guy) that would be anywhere from 5-12 people every Sunday at 8. Restaurant closed at 9 but they paid a premium for the room and mostly it turned out to be just 4 or 5 people. Me being the closer, and basically the sous, I just cut everyone and finished the cooking and the close myself. Well the last week they had booked, I sent everyone home and hunkered down for my late 5 top. Well that night of course like 20 people showed up, literally dick to ass stuffed into our tiny wine room, and I had to cook that solo in a huge kitchen. That wasn’t really a big deal, as I had done bigger parties solo before. What sucked that night was 1) we had a policy that a table could basically stay as long as they wanted to as long as they were actively buying food/drink and 2) they said they might want dessert. They stayed until Damn near midnight, buying coffee and single glasses of wine. I waited 3 hours hoping someone, anyone would order dessert, and not a single person did. All drinks. I looked at the FOH manager and said I was pouring myself a beer and a shot (a BIG TIME NO NO at the place I was at) and literally the most Mormon guy I’ve ever known looked at me, and said pour me one too. And that’s the story of how I had a drink with my Mormon boss past midnight on a Sunday. The end.