Lorenza hosted a classical music concert in her home tonight with a special four course meal created by our now head chef, Manuel, and cooked by both of us. Our dishwasher, Simona, and my girlfriend, Lia, helped plate and send out one hundred excessively garnished but seemingly tasty dishes in about an hour. We naively thought it was all over. D-Day had ended and it was time to clean up the cluster fuck and messy, greasy floor we had slid around on all evening. Out of nowhere, twenty customers appeared at 10:00pm for dinner and we were not ready. In a quick rebound with two tickets on the pass, we cleared down our workspace and got into a sweaty, heated frenzy. Pans flying, porcelain banging on the metallic counters and then... the lights went out. I stood over the fierce grill flames, turning meat by fire light and dodging sizzling juices spraying in my eyes. We pushed through, delivering every order in record time, but the twisted truth is that I loved every minute of the madness. It was a great accomplishment by everyone in the kitchen and I really enjoyed the work.
Lia and I leave for Spain on Wednesday. I feel like I am going to my homeland. Viva Ethpana.
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