There was another Creepy MacNeal perched at the end of the bar on friday night, and it was hard to know if he wanted to be Shane's best friend or Shane's boyfriend. He was really just a weirdo who wanted to tell all of us how much he loves our restaurant, and all of us. I mean, you guys- he has eaten in restaurants in New York before. New York! And he still thinks that we are the best. It's... our flavors. Our flavors are the best. He really like the flavors A LOT. In fact, he "nearly bought a condo in the Pearl just to be closer to our flavors!".
What the fuck are people talking about when they say that? It's the most vague and annoying thing to say ever. "Mmm... What I like about this dish... is all the flavors..." Can a dish not have "flavors"? Even if the flavor is "suck", it still has "flavors". After hearing him tell me, then Shane, then Jack the same fucking story about the flavors, I had to air my hatred for this man to Jack. Only to be rudely inturrupted by one of those chef's in the kitchen yelling "RUNNER PLEASE"! So he had to trot away and get the food. The plate needing to be run happened to be for our buddy at the end of the bar. Jack swooped it under his face and declared, like a maniac, "SPEAKING OF FLAVORS!!!!!" The guy looked like he had just won the lottery. How he glowed under the warmth of Jack's validation! What a loser! I almost shrieked with laughter, or maybe I actually did. Not sure.
But anyway. I a lot of really fun things happened at work this weekend. A drunk mom begged her daughter to be her friend on Facebook... a lesbian with Wierd Al hair poured her whole beer on a super conservative straight couple that were side-sitting on the banquette... an old british man told me he was a growing boy who needed more cheese (sounds funny but he was serious and had great hostility in his voice)...
It's over now. My most vivid memories are off the TWO staff meals I had this weekend. The first was the return of the giant sandwich. This one was filled with the center bread, extracted, fried, covered in cheese sauce, and returned to the loaf, pork loin, sherried red onions, and greens. We also had fried duck terrine. Then we had beignets.
Saturday night we all got to enjoy that tasty wild mushroom lasagna together with a lovely green salad.
I stopped by Clyde Common to spy on their staff meal too! Theirs looked really delicious and one of the employees told me that after a bad meal the week before he had snapped and the kitchen had been on their best behavior ever since. I told him he should start his own staff meal blog to use as a policing device.
They were having roast chicken and potatoes, a big salad, and baked pasta... maybe with pesto. Very delicious looking, and seemingly a good come-back.