What a beautiful day this was, birds chirping, bees buzzing, sun was shining and the temperature was just right. It was an early start to the shift. I was assigned to work the terrace.
I really do like working the terraces in the summer, it feels great to breath in fresh fumes of cars passing by and the occasional cyclist almost smashing into me as I carry plates. Good times!
So there I was in my section doing what I do best. It was just about 5:30pm and I had already taken a few orders by this time. Mostly those type of orders that are rushed in order to get to a show. Usually cheap…. ummm I mean very nice customers. Really just kidding! I had a few customers in the corner side which were ladies. They were well served and waiting for some dishes. Meanwhile I had a few tables to explain my dishes which were on the blackboard. The first table I approached was some regular customers who brought their mother ( who was easily 85 years old ) and their little granddaughter.
” Today the specials ladies and gentlemen we have zucchini flowers and stuffed with parmigiano and provola cheeses….”
At this point I heard some noises coming from on top of the restaurant. The window upstairs close by where tenants live was wide open. It started as a small moan. Sounded as if some one had gotten hurt…then there was another moan which was louder.
I realized at this point oh boy some one is having a good time. At this point I focused on continuing my explanations…
“As for my second dish we have wonderful crostini with spinach….”