The. Busiest. Thursday. Ever.
Here’s how it started:
These aren’t all of the boxes we had to fill, either.
Thursday was the last day of school, and to celebrate, a local school paid for a pizza party for about 100 of their students. A quick survey of the kids and teachers had them choose us (YAY!) and we were stoked to be a part of their big day.
Whitey had to get in to work extra-early to get the ovens hot; they have to be on for at least 2 hours before cooking a pizza. We got the 25 X-Large pizzas finished right as a teacher showed up to get them. I love perfect timing.
After that, we had a decent lunch crowd. Lots of salads, which makes sense with the weather being nice. We’re starting to be known for our salads; they’re huge, and full of different unique stuff like cranberries, toasted pinenuts, gorgonzola crumbles, candied walnuts….
Anyhoo, after over 35 salads, one of our front gals was incredulous that we had to prep more lettuce. Get used to it, I said. It’s Summertime!
We spent the afternoon prepping veggies, stocking the make-line, and practicing karaoke in the kitchen.
This evening, we were working with a newbie in the kitchen. It was his second night working ovens/dish/prep/backup, and he kicked some serious butt. KM (kitchen mgr) and I worked the line, and we were
It was unbelievable. We ran out of soda cups / forks / salad plates / tongs. Then, we ran out of back-ups of Italian sausage and mushrooms. Having to re-stock the line can be a big set-back during a rush. KM and I worked really great together, and I finally (FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!!!!) made my first Giant pizza.
This, my friends, is a big deal.
A Giant is a TWO-FOOT pizza, which is a very, very difficult size to make. I can toss a 14″, or a 16″, or even an 18″ pizza dough and make it perfect every time. But a 24-inch pizza? Two-foot? Aye-yi-yie. In a circle -with no thin spots or holes?
I did it. Proof:
I felt like disco-dancing! No. Wait. I DID dance a disco jig. 🙂 PUMPED – when things go well, I just want to high-five everyone.
Tonight was a great night. Fast service, excellent food, great experience. Not just my words, but the comments of our customers as they walked out the door. One guy (wearing spurs, and driving off in a truck hauling 6 horses) left a $24 tip on a $52 tab, telling our front gal that he thought his pizza was amazing, and that ours was the cleanest restaurant he’d been in. His wife agreed. What a great, GREAT compliment.
What a sense of satisfaction.
If compliments were dollar bills, I would be a wealthy woman after tonight. What a great start for the weekend.