le weekend

Saturday night, B and I took our friend M out for dinner at Bright Pearl for Peking duck since she will be moving to where Chinese food is sucky. We ordered a surprisingly large amount of food for three deceptivly slim and hungry girls. Dinner was excellent and the company was delightful as usual. After circling around (and around) the rapist-magnet underground parking on Spadina, we opted for a change of scenery and settled into Bakery Cafe on Bloor and Brunswick. My favourite place for cakes! Anita met us aterward, and we chatted, sipped on coffees, and indulged on my mango cheesecake with raspberry mousse.
We retired at M's appartment for her last weekend in Toronto. Her energy, her wisdom, her beautiful spirit and catching laugh will be dearly missed.
>>MKA, Je vous souhaite le grand succès, l'amour, l'amitié et un peu de scandale.

Sunday evening I worked the Mothers Day shift at the restaurant.
My last table of the evening was a train wreck.
Firstly, they get sat at twenty minutes to closing time. They ordered 2 steaks with shrimp and a fetuccini alfredo. Twenty minutes later, their food was running late so I went to the kitchen to check on their dinner. Just as the two steaks were getting prepped and ready to be sent to the table, I see that they have made the WRONG kind of shrimp and the cooks inform me that there is no more pasta. Angry that they only tell me NOW after they have been waiting for half an hour, plus screwing up my order, I skulk back to the table with the two screw up steaks minus one lady's pasta, and ask if she would like to order something else. Disappointed and understandably annoyed she places a replacement order, while her two friends eat their steaks and complain about the shrimp.
The kitchen takes another 15 minutes to make her food and by the time I bring it out, her friends have finished eating.
The poor lady asks me to pack up her food to go instead.
Back in the kitchen I'm informed that there are NO MORE take out boxes!! The manager tells me to wrap up her mashed potatoes and gravy with breaded chicken in TIN FOIL. It looked so disgusting and messy that I was so embarassed to bring it out to the table. The cooks felt really bad for messing me up that they were trying to help me construct foil boxes, which failed miserably.
I sheepishly bring the sad looking Package back to the table with NO bag to hide it in, becuase we are out of those too and she kind of laughs this annoyed angry laugh and tells me that she understands that it's not my fault but she's really upset.
The manager ends up giving her meal free and discounting the other two meals by 50% and giving them gift certificates for their next return.
Their sympathy for me overrides their annoyance and they leave me a $10 tip for their $35 bill.

The restaurant was a disaster when I closed...no one did their work properly, and I left feeling tired and sickly. When my alarm sounded this morning, I thought it was 3 in the morning, but it was infact time to get up. :(