Restaurant work – your most embarrassing moment?
Posted 29 August 2012 - 02:16 PM
For me, I was a couple months into my first line cook job (breakfast). Peak tourist season, customers lined out the door before we opened. I season the home fries liberally. Service begins. We send out the first ten or so breakfasts. Everyone in the restaurant starts choking. Turns out, I'd accidentally grabbed the cayenne pepper instead of the home fry seasoning. Had to kiss the waitstaff's bums for, oh, the next month.
(Dropping five gallons of pancake batter all over the floor of the line when we were in the weeds wasn't my finest moment either).
As a new waitress... Wine made me really nervous. (I'm a beer gal.) Wine connoisseurs are some of the fussiest people on earth, and I wasn't trained at all for proper wine service. And I had a crappy opener to boot. Once I was so nervous trying to open a bottle for a young couple, I actually broke the entire neck off the bottle, sending glass fragments and wine all over their table, and possibly onto them. (They were too polite to say anything.) I went back and got them another bottle and opened it properly, and started to take their order when I realized my hand was bleeding. I froze, not knowing what to do, but the woman saw it and told me not to worry about them and go take care of myself... Luckily they were a very laid- back couple. The rest of the night was brutal though.
Luckily, a few years later, I can laugh at these things, but at the time, they were so humiliating.
Posted 29 August 2012 - 10:48 PM
Posted 30 August 2012 - 04:32 AM
Posted 30 August 2012 - 06:50 AM
Front of house, I used to do VIP catering for a large festival, outdoors in the middle of the sticks, and it was a miracle if we got sunshine. The kitchen was at the top of the (muddy) hill, and the green room at the bottom. Most memorable and embarrassing is probably carrying two large carboy insulated caraffes of coffee and a tray of muffins, and whooop, I go sliding down the hill on my tush, muffins flying everywhere. With about 3000 people watching because of course I hollered when I started to slip. I still had to take those carboys into the green room for the VIPs, in my now less than pristine whites. I looked like an outhouse had exploded on me.
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Posted 27 September 2012 - 08:44 AM
Another incident was when a wasp was near me (I would normally scream and run away, but I couldn't because I was at a table). It went up my sleeve and stung me and I had to keep a straight face whilse hoping the wasp would leave my T-Shirt!