Shoemaking does have its places
Mind you, not all shoemaking is bad ... I know I came off harsh in my previous post about shoemakers, but shoemaking does have its places.Today we have a very finicky couple of guests in the restaurant, and, after sending out their very special salads (the ticket had a lot of subs and "see me's" on it), the server (he's a fabulous bleach blonde, so let's call him Whitey, even if it's just for my own amusement) came back to me and said, "They want thousand island dressing."
I just looked at him dumbfounded. I jumped through a bunch of hoops for these gals in making their salads, their ticket was covered with subs and yet it still wasn't what they wanted. They wanted one of the most vile substances that ever came from a bottle.
Obviously we didn't have any. Time to shoemake.
Thousand island dressing is basically two things: tartar sauce and ketchup. I grabbed a small bowl, took some ketchup out of the dispenser and then went to the grill station, took some tartar sauce out of one of the nine pans, threw it in, and mixed with a spoon.
Shoemaker's thousand island.
I put it into a small cream pitcher, handed it to Whitey and told him, "When you go back, make sure you ask them if they want Catalina, too."
1 Comments:
Ok, being a current student at CSCA, I find that freakin awesome...great job of thinking on your feet...Hope Seattle is working out for you..
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