Oll's World Tour

Or roight dere? Long time since I've written I know. But then again not had much to say. Just wanted to let you know what I've done over Easter.

Anna came up Friday so me, Con, Clare, my mum and Anna went for dinner at a Mexican. We then sampled the joys of the shit Wakey nightlife - no, my mum didn't join us - we went home. Nice walk the day after around Walton and then I had to go to work.

As you may or may not know I have a job in the local. I wanted bar work, got put in the kitchen, and ended up as dish washer. Not the most glamorous graduate career one could hope for but it passed the time and aiding my quest to become Jack (surname - of all trades). Well, Easter was meant to be a little easier on the old hands as the second chef was away so I could step up into her shoes. Well its a good job the chef walked out on Saturday night as the second chef's shoes were a bit small and would have given me blisters. So, without a chef what would you do as a restaurant owner? Do it yourself? Good idea! Not if you've been on the staggering juice since your liquid lunch, that you took early today seeing as how it's Easter weekend. So John (the chef) had done one and Tommy (the owner) was pissed. That left it to the second chef (me). Oh shit, was all I could really think. Having enquired what meals I could do off the menu - to which I replied, 'Errrrrrrrrr' - the show proceeded to go on. Luckily Saturday night was quiet. With a bit of help from the newly appointed second chef (previously Cath the waitress, now Cath the shouted at... it's what you're meant to do to your second chef!) we struggled through.

On Easter Sunday I cooked a roast for a few people. Ninety, to be exact. John's huff and following walk out the day before appeared more serious than Tommy had thought. Since Tommy had had the good sense to make no effort to contact John at all... surprise surprise, John hadn't returned to work. It wasn't all that bad being the chef actually. I took the approach of more delegating than cooking so aside from being a bit stressful and leaving me a little hoarse there was little damage done. Actually that's a lie, it was bloody hard work. And they only gave me an extra 20 quid for my pains. I got a few compliments and we made some tips signifying my abilities to cook don't belong in the special needs home ec classroom. The one 'compliments to John' wasn't very welll received. I could think of a few of my own compliments I'd have liked to give to John at that stage.

So after the shift Tommy asked what it'd be worth for me not to go to London this week and be chef instead................................... I told him again that I was going to London.

Mum had cooked when I got home. Yes, a bloody roast! Very good though so I could actually bring myself to eat it and gave compliments to the mum. Con and Clare, Phil and Helen were also there so quite a familial feed. All in all a good easter. No eggs though. S'pose you can't have everything.
posted by Olly at 4:22 PM