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The Crazies
June 07, 2006

Hm.


So this is what my house looks like. Look - my own kitchen. The place where bad pie crusts are made. And apparently by the looks of my stove, someone's been frying... something. There's enough oil there to grease up the entire Nascar Circuit.


It's been a crazy mad busy time. Plenty of stories to share, plenty of griping to do, and then after the griping many complaining e-mails to read.


So, anyway.


The Restaurant has been having a stellar couple of months. Which is fabulous. But at the same time - exhausting. And - strange. The onset of spring and summer has brough about the familiar feeling in the air of, well, the roaming of The Crazies.


The other night I was in the kitchen and I hear moaning coming from the table in the corner. And it's not moaning like someone is sick or in pain, it's moaning like, well, how do I say this... like Meg Ryan's 'Deli Moan' in When Harry Met Sally, only without the screaming and banging on the table.


I was afraid to look, honestly. The last week has been filled with the most bizarre customer behaviors. I've decided that it is the approaching Summer Solstice, or our drinking water has been tainted with the kind of drugs that make people behave like college students at their first keggar on campus.

So The Waitress came into the kitchen with a look of exhasperation. "Did you hear that? DID YOU HEAR THAT?"


"Yes, I heard that. Do I want to know?"

"The Guy at Table 4 watched me make his dessert. And he moaned and groaned to the point where the people headed toward the door stopped to stare. And when they stopped he proceeded to tell them that one of the best parts of the dessert was watching it being made. And then he moaned some more."

"He wasnt' - touching anything, was he?"

"No. Lucky for him. But seriously, I start each shift in fear of The Crazies."


The Crazies are what we lovingly call that rogue sect of people who travel in large groups, and at lease one member of the group seems to find The Restaurant every day. And the sect is growing exponentially.


Posted by Foodwhore at June 7, 2006 10:57 PM

It must be very difficult for staff when people carry on like that.

Um, what was the dessert?

Posted by: kitchen hand at June 7, 2006 08:56 PM

ugh...i can never look at desserts the same way again. tee-hee! ^_^

Posted by: lilith at June 7, 2006 10:18 PM

Please can we have the recipe, gotta have me some of that!

Posted by: TonyS at June 8, 2006 02:04 AM

That's just icky. And weird. And icky. I truly enjoying making desserts but not THAT much. Perhaps I'm not doing it right and need to take lessons from your server...

I'm surprised he didn't offer her money to come to his place and 'make dessert' for him in private. EWWWW!

Posted by: AuntJone at June 8, 2006 06:58 AM

One time while out at dinner, I ordered an after dinner coffee. The waiter asked if I wanted cream. I said yes please, when the coffee came it was topped with a mountain of freshly whipped cream not the yucky crap from a can. I clapped my hands together an exclaimed " Yummy" I was so excited.... I'm sure I made it on to someone's blog..... Or at least made the waiters night, my expression was one of sheer delight.

Posted by: Kelly at June 8, 2006 09:49 AM

I so want to know where your restaurant is, so I can come and sit in the corner! I know someone who reads regularly has probably figured it out - for some reason I have the idea you are in Seattle - - I'll be there in August - - PM me? I could bring those olympic score cards and judge the crazies from my corner table......but then, maybe I'd qualify!

Posted by: shera at June 8, 2006 11:00 AM

Creepy!

Posted by: Kim at June 8, 2006 12:26 PM

i'm addicted to eating hummus with the soft centers of whole wheat bread and a glass of red wine while reading archie comics at night. like 350 grams of hummus; bags of bread crusts in the morning, to say nothing of the scent permeating the bedroom: freshly tossed ceasar, heavy on the garlic. i know this has nothing to do with our magnificent food whore's magnificent post, but i just need to vent among fellow funky food people. i'm a grown woman for god's sake. archies? wine and hummus and bread in bed at bedtime? wtf? clearly i need help. how do you stop a slightly unhealthy, hugely childish and completely weird choice of comfort food addiction good people? share your recipes for success, won't you?

Posted by: loopyinlalaland at June 8, 2006 02:12 PM

I'll apologize in advance if what I'm about to say sounds too juvenile.

That customer is just icky!!

Posted by: Lily at June 8, 2006 02:59 PM

Seriously, what was the desert?

Posted by: Briana at June 8, 2006 05:12 PM

I know! If I remember right, the best line of the film followed that moaning, and I find myself wanting to echo the weary lady at the other table: "I'll have what he's having!"!!!

Posted by: Sharonaroni at June 9, 2006 04:07 PM

i love dessert and am always excited about getting one, but definitely never try the moaning part... a little weird, isn't it? ok, not a little, a lot!

Posted by: Lil at June 12, 2006 11:19 AM
 
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