and the clock strikes douchebag

ah, that magical time, the last hour we're open, those lovely 60 minutes that we in the kitchen refer to as "douchebag hour".  last night it was in full effect.  ya know, it never ceases to amaze me how annoyed i get at late tables.  listen, i know that we're open an hour later than most places in town, and we're right in the heart of the bar scene...i understand why it happens.  and after 12 years on the line you'd think i'd be used to late tables.  and i am, i guess...but they still piss me off.  i've mentioned it before, i just don't understand why it's okay to roll into a restaurant five minutes before they close and spend a half hour eating.  you can't roll into best buy five minutes before they close and spend a half hour looking at flatscreens...even though you're potentially spending thousands of dollars, they're closing, and gtfo.

now, we're a bar, and we're open for a while after we stop serving food.  but still.  don't be that guy.  or that guy and ten of that guy's buddies.  there's a reason we call it douchebag hour.

"i need an all day call!"

ok, all day i need two fill-its, one mid, one mid rare, two buff sammies, four cods-two tacos, two sammies, reggae wings, one tuna, fried chicken salad shit, three burgers two mid one rare, three chickies-one lem pep one for a burr one for chos.  two half pounders, three tots, and an assfuckton of fries.  re-call?

so, i have become awful selfish about the broiler station.  three months ago i was scared of it, and at the beginning of each shift would ask "where do ya want me?" in hopes somebody would say "cold side" and not "broiler".  but here we are, months later, and i walk in and set up broiler and that's MY station unless somebody tells me otherwise.  i like a break from it once in a while but that's my station.  most of the food (75-80%) comes thru the broiler station, and on taco nights or burger nites nearly all the food comes from the broiler.  so i just decided a while ago that if that's where the food was cooked, that's where i was gonna park myself.  that's my spot.  power stations need power cooks.  cold side is fun though.

"i need four small houses, one sess, one ranch, a bleu and a balls.  two hot browns, an ultie grill, nachos with japs and guac, one o spin no red o, two med chick sets, a dip samp, and two focosh for bowls.  oh, and three cornholes.  and a brownie.  and no toms on one of the med chicks add x feta."