This is a bag of eggs
Crabcakes to be
Bianca
Steve and Freddie
Rachel
We sweep often...this is the floor after a very hectic rush at the salad station
He's not too happy
It started to rain...we all had to go out and look
Okay...finally another picture of me....this time with the weapon of choice...a beurre mixer
Okay, let's figure out why these three containers of oil have been opened in these three different manors
Reverse view
Matt, in thought
Heather and the Beurre Mixer
Chris and Silviya
Sometimes the orders come in and they require an inquiry
into just what we're supposed to do. Each of the orders below contain
a questionable element. Since the orders involve many abbreviations, I
shall translate each for you.
This reads:
1 Cobb salad, hold the crap
This reads:
1 chocolate cheesecake to go, with extra honey mustard and extra ranch
This reads:
1 chicken caesar salad, no salad, no chicken, plus turkey
This reads:
2 fruit delight, grilled, balsamic vinaigrette on side
This reads:
1 fried chicken salad with grilled cajun chicken, no salad, sauce on the side
Chris and Patrick in the walk-in
James visits
Chris falls down
My failed attempt for a clean re-filling of the banana sauce bottle
Avocadoes after they've been on the line too too too long
Max of many faces
Chef moving fast on the line
Yves...senior pastry chef
The daily chef's meeting had to be held on the Quinn's line one day
This is the best possible picture of Julie (banquets supervisor)
a typical hot-line ticket
makes you think twice about special ordering your food
Rob is the "manager on duty" for the night
This is about to become gazpacho
This is about to become balsamic ketchup
Crappy turkey
The griddle drain...right after a rush
It made me so frustrated I had to take two pictures of it
