“When the Italian poet Dante described the center of hell in his poem The Divine Comedy, he got it wrong. The epicenter of Hades isn’t Satan trapped in a block of ice munching on Judas Iscariot like an everlasting carrot stick. The center of hell is a restaurant on Mother’s Day.”. The Waiter Rant
The Waiter couldn’t have more accurately describes the kind of guests that comes to the restaurant on Mother’s Day in this tell all book.
My mother’s day experience wasn’t as terrible as years past.
I spent the day hidden in the kitchen expediting food orders. That’s : organized and garnishing food orders by table and sending them out to the dinning room.
By the end of tbe night the expo screen starts to look like cuniform, all the orders jumbled together.
I’m glad the weekend is off.
Time to get away for a few days.