Chapter 45

“It’s so busy I think I might pass out. We just got a table of six guys up to the second floor for dinner, and we’re running out of side dishes.” Greta comes sweeping into the kitchen where I’m heating chicken wings in a flash fry for an order and leans over me to stick a paper tab on the order line over my head. The new group seems to have enormous appetites and is going for a four-course in one sitting.

“All six want the scallop starter…” that’s easy for me to handle alone.” she is red-faced and sweaty and starts pulling out the necessary ingredients to get on it. Even with both of us cooking and serving, we still struggle to keep waiting time down. We should start thinking of a kitchen part-timer if this summer progresses like this.

“I don’t think we can take many more people in if this keeps up. How many boats have docked today?” I’m feeling the pressure after boats started swarming into the harbor at five pm, and we got a heavy stream of new faces coming in the door