[ Having been a somewhat rebellious teenager himself, Jesse tries to be patient as he notices the restaurant filling with who he can only assume are guests from the sweet sixteen party that they've been preparing for. The restaurant (and Jesse) have been working in overdrive lately between preparing appetizers to be walked around the party on silver trays, prepping trays for the party's elaborate buffet, and baking the huge and over-decorated cake for the guest of honor. It's been nothing short of chaos in the kitchen, but Jesse's been thriving in the fast-paced environment. It makes him focus on the here and now and keeps his head out of the past.
As the night wears on, though, the restaurant remains open for business, obviously still ready to serve patrons not associated with the party in question. However, despite the buffet and abundance of food, some partygoers manage to find their way into the restaurant. It's all manageable at first, if not a little higher energy than usual, but as dishes start being sent back, Jesse can feel the frustration building. ]
The hell d'you mean it's undercooked? Says mid-rare right on the ticket! Warm, pink center just like I cooked it! If they wanted medium or mid-well maybe they shoulda said that in the first place!
[ Luckily there's enough noise going on in the kitchen and the rest of the restaurant not to mention the music playing over the speakers, that his rant goes largely unnoticed by the patrons. The staff, however, can definitely hear it and it's Jane in particular that he's complaining to as she's been tasked with picking up some ready orders whenever the waitstaff finds themselves in the weeds.
Jesse huffs and takes the plate back anyway, chucking it all in the trash and throwing a new burger on the grill. If this one comes back, he's just going to microwave the shit out of it and pray that they burn the Hell out of their bougie-ass mouth. He gently presses the patty down with the back of his spatula before seasoning the burger with salt and pepper, spinning around to grab a bun to toast. He's in the process of turning back to the griddle when an unruly teen goes running past him. Jesse nearly stumbles into the flat-top grill, narrowly avoiding burning himself. ]
Fuck!
[ He turns, eyes steely as he watches the kid run past another sous chef, nearly tripping up someone carrying a vat of sauce to refill the pasta station at the buffet. Jesse whirls back to Jane just as she comes back to the window to grab some more finished dishes and he gestures towards where the kid is, who is now attempting to avoid a couple of cooks trying to catch them. ]
ON DUTY: RESTAURANT
As the night wears on, though, the restaurant remains open for business, obviously still ready to serve patrons not associated with the party in question. However, despite the buffet and abundance of food, some partygoers manage to find their way into the restaurant. It's all manageable at first, if not a little higher energy than usual, but as dishes start being sent back, Jesse can feel the frustration building. ]
The hell d'you mean it's undercooked? Says mid-rare right on the ticket! Warm, pink center just like I cooked it! If they wanted medium or mid-well maybe they shoulda said that in the first place!
[ Luckily there's enough noise going on in the kitchen and the rest of the restaurant not to mention the music playing over the speakers, that his rant goes largely unnoticed by the patrons. The staff, however, can definitely hear it and it's Jane in particular that he's complaining to as she's been tasked with picking up some ready orders whenever the waitstaff finds themselves in the weeds.
Jesse huffs and takes the plate back anyway, chucking it all in the trash and throwing a new burger on the grill. If this one comes back, he's just going to microwave the shit out of it and pray that they burn the Hell out of their bougie-ass mouth. He gently presses the patty down with the back of his spatula before seasoning the burger with salt and pepper, spinning around to grab a bun to toast. He's in the process of turning back to the griddle when an unruly teen goes running past him. Jesse nearly stumbles into the flat-top grill, narrowly avoiding burning himself. ]
Fuck!
[ He turns, eyes steely as he watches the kid run past another sous chef, nearly tripping up someone carrying a vat of sauce to refill the pasta station at the buffet. Jesse whirls back to Jane just as she comes back to the window to grab some more finished dishes and he gestures towards where the kid is, who is now attempting to avoid a couple of cooks trying to catch them. ]