I work in a restaurant as a server. I usually enjoy this job, because for roughly the same amount of money I used to make as a corporate trainer (minus the benefits, 401K, and clothing discount), I can now wake up whenever I want, wear pajamas all day, take a nap, and then finally start doing something around 3pm. This frees me up to do all sorts of other things, such as intern at a farm, interview local chefs, and start my fabulous writing career. I still, of course, procrastinate.
I just realized that I am way off course. What I really wanted to ask my dear and lovely readers are two questions. I know it's painful to leave comments but please, I am begging you.
1. There is a guest who comes into the Restaurant about once a week, and the first 4-5 times he came in for dinner, he asked me in what position the duck breast was cooked. Why, I replied, skin-side down, of course. He sighed laboriously and proceeded to tell me the proper way to cook duck breast is vertically, so that the fat can drain out. I have never heard of such a thing. I asked Chef. I asked the Chef at Husband's restaurant, I asked every chef I encountered over a period of weeks and no one had ever heard of this either. Have you? By the way, this man has still never tried the duck, although it's delicious, and always opts for the beef filet instead. I have never been able to persuade him to give it a try.
2. Another guest became incredulous when I asked if he would like olives or a twist in his martini and went on a tirade about how there is no such thing as a martini with a twist, and everyone should know that. You can't tell me that people actually come into this restaurant and drink a vodka martini with a twist, can you?!! he demanded. Well, I wanted to point out, I personally think a martini is two parts gin to one part dry vermouth, and that nothing red/creamy/chocolaty/green should be called a martini, but I can't expect everyone to share my purist views. Can someone please explain to me the reasoning behind the olive-only theory? I will sleep so much better at night.
I know, based on Monday traffic, that a lot of my readers are sitting in offices and cubicles even as I write this, in my 70s mushroom-patterned pajama pants, holding a sleeping 16 pound cat and serenely sipping coffee, and I don't want to make you jealous with my free-wheeling (some might say juvenile) existence, so here: I actually had to dress up and leave the house today, in the pouring rain, on my day off, and go do an interview. See?! It's not all fun and games.
