Me and the chef are dead alive ("morts vivants") as he called it this week. We have both put lots of extra hours into making the transition to the new menu happen and we have reached our limit since yesterday. My legs hurt so much at night I can't sleep.
But then : most of the new menu items are a success, with one or two failures that either don't work or are not being ordered. The chef and I are are both relieved that we are not yet overbooked on Friday and Saturday nights, which allows us to still breathe during service. I walk up from time to time to have a chat with the chef, and let my commis handle the service.
Yesterday le patron brought out chairs for both of us from his office, so we could sit. Normally a "no-no" for any kind of kitchen staff. But my restaurant and patron are different. Those days I always carry a camera with me to capture the new starters and desserts, and I gave it to le patron to freeze this tough moment during Friday night dinner service with me and my favorite chef (indeed transformed into a phantom) working too hard.
I'm so proud of you, Ulla !
Posted by: Joan | September 21, 2009 at 07:46 AM
Merci Joan. I noticed you're showing a similar situation on your latest blog entry, how funny.... Looking forward to seeing you in December !
Posted by: Ulla | September 21, 2009 at 02:34 PM