UnderCover Waitress: Red Onions

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Friday, May 27, 2011

Red Onions

And we close this week of posting with one of my fondest memories waitressing. It is a small thing, but so often the small things are the most important.

Blech!
First, let me be clear: I hate eating raw, red onions. Things are bloody disgusting. Slip a few pieces into my salad and I suffer horribly with a vile aftertaste that twenty minutes of vigorous tooth-brushing cannot erase. Okay, I exaggerate a little bit. But I really don't like them.

Am work-friends with the sous chef. He is a joy; a true professional with a great sense of humor and highly skilled. My favorite shifts are the shifts during which he is in charge.

Being human, I made a mistake one night (okay, I have made mistakes on more than one night over the past six or seven years.) But this night, I made a boo-boo that rather inconvenienced the sous chef, and he was understandably not happy.

He made a nice dinner for me later that night, as they do in the kitchen every night for staff. On top of my mound of mashed potatoes were strings of delicately laid out red onions. I got a great laugh out of it. I said, "I didn't know you were passive-aggressive!" He smiled and said he liked to keep people guessing.

Guess were even after that.

Have a great weekend, everyone! 

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