8.24.2007

Choco Tacos Are A Good Thing

Choco Tacos

Funny thing. Choco Tacos are not served in our restaurant. They are not on our warehouse order guide. But they occassionally, randomly show up in our delivery after just one quick search and one little click of the mouse on our computer at work by myself or Sarah J.

Sometimes, you're just having a day at work. You know the kind of days. And when you think you are about to pull your hair out, you remember, there's a case of Choco Tacos in the freezer!!!!! Taco shaped waffle cone, dipped in chocolate, filled with vanilla ice cream, with a gooey chocolate sauce center. Come on!

There isn't anything better in the world right at that moment. And if you want to see people's faces light up, take the case, and run around handing out every last one to the entire team.

Choco Tacos are a good thing.

8.23.2007

Our New Phone Menu Options


I stole this from my friend, Ms. Alabama. She's the optimistic one. Originally an internet joke regarding a mental hospital, I think it is also fitting for a restaurant because we are surely all insane for being in this business! Mental Hospital. Restaurant. Mental Hospital. Restaurant. See? It's the same. Fournier, this one's for you, since you get to answer our phones.

Hello and thank you for calling The Bistro. We are open 11 am to 9 pm Monday thru Saturday and only 12-6 pm Sundays because we'd like to spend time with our families too. We would enjoy speaking with you but are unavailable at this time.

Please select from the following options menu:
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be forwarded to the Mother Ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press, nothing will make you happy anyway.
If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969696.
If you are bipolar, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. We are too busy to talk with you.
If you are menopausal, put the gun down, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. You won't be crazy forever.
If you are blonde, don't press any buttons, you'll just mess it up.

Thanks for calling. Here's the BEEP!

8.19.2007

A Short Rant From A Prep Cook

Jen is our "Master of the Walk in Cooler and All Who Work and Travel thru PrepLand"
(also Master of the Firm Handshake, I might add)

Communication is the Key! (dammit!) I think it's funny that servers can spill things, like ranch dressing in the walk-in, the night before and leave it there for the first people who go in there in the morning to find it and clean it up. (do you really find that hilarious, or are you bitchin' cuz it's working your last nerves, Jen?)

Or when a cook goes back to the kitchen to work on something or use a piece of equipment and then doesn't clean it afterwards. When I call them out on it, it's like I'm twisting their arm and making them go out of their way to do what they should have done in the first place. (might I suggest you purchase a whip or other torture device? That will teach 'em!)

I think it all comes down to communication, because I personally wouldn't mind cleaning up for someone, especially if they are in a rush, but just ask...
(don't assume Jen feels like cleaning up after your slack **s ways! Heard!)

it takes two extra seconds and everyone walks away happy. (I dunno about happy...maybe in less of a need for a jumbo margarita after work than the ones we normally enjoy. Oops, I mean, the ones I normally enjoy, let me just speak for myself.....)

Is that it, Jen? Apparently, she's done. Thanks for listening.