Post by Sanctuary on Nov 6, 2017 18:15:13 GMT
"Need three shrimp scampies, two on the fly! Dont forget we eighty sixed the scallops! Why do I have a whole bucket of dirty pots and pans next to my station?! BUCKET!"
The kitchen of the Broadway was on full blast, cooks yelling and the sounds of pans flaring up, dishes clinking together, the slow hum of the dish machine, the cooks on the line yelling at one another, servers looking like clockwork as they grabbed plates of food to take out to the customers, then returning with more empty plates for the dishwasher who.. At this point was getting rather flustered.
"Need two more pans of demi-glaze from the walk-in, dish? Can you grab them for me?.... I MEAN NOW!"
Vito, dressed in all black, chef coat with a few staines along his front, he was standing before the saute station. He was working with a total of six burners but four already had pans working with pasta dishes or even a pan seared steak. The dish was was pretty new, started a few days ago and this was the first day since then that the trains rolled into town. The trains always brought tons of people from all over that wanted to see this tiny mountain town in east Pennsilvnya. The new dishwasher was even younger then Vito who at the time was only about 19, its common in kitchens for young kids to start as a dishwasher.
The rush did not end quickly.. Or even in a timely manner as stragglers would walk in at the worst times and try to get a table... And the damn greedy servers happly seat someone only to know the amount of daggers and chef knifes that would be targeting them once they stepped foot in the kitchen from the back of house staff.
"Naw, you guys can handle a few tables.. Im going on a smoke break! Im taken dish with me."
Another cook on the line speaks out as Vito tried to rush outside with the clearly stressed dishwasher, "Aw thats bull man! Iv been here for like eight hours and no smoke!"
A chuckle from Vito, "Yeah? Maybe you shouldn't have been an hour late then huh?!" With that, the line grew silent.
Stepping outside of the kitchen and shutting the door behind both him and dish, "Your not doing too bad in there.. Need a smoke?" Vito asked as he pulled out a pack of reds and removed two from the pack, offering one up to the younger dishwasher who most likely wasn't even 18 yet. "Th-thanks.." Mumbled the young dishwasher, "Is it okay for me to be smoking?"
Vito who already had his lit was holding out a lighter, "I mean.. If you wanna take a break you gotta smoke dude, but uh.. If you dont this time, I wont tell anyone." He was honest about it, you couldn't normally go on break unless it was for a smoke but he didnt plan on forcing cigarettes down his throat. With a nod the young dishwasher hands back the cig, shruging, Vito take it back as he drags on his own.
Time passes and it was time to head back into the chaos... Even more so since they both heard a server drop a plate and the relentless insults and just stupid jokes began to fly from the line.
"Back to it I guess... Those morons will burn the place down at this rate....."
As Vito was stepping back in he heard the dishwasher ask him something, "Hm?"
"Hey im just... I just need a moment. Iv been here all morning and its almost nine at night.."
This was not new to Vito, he smiled and nodded his head as he stepped back in and let the kid have a few more moments to himself to gather himself. Still in the prep room next to the exit door, Vito was taking a moment to run his chef knife down the wetstone to sharpen it up again. He started to hear some talking outside the door, was someone else with the dishwasher? It IS an open allyway so anyone could have wondered down it. Knife in hand he opens the door, "Dude what ar-" he stopped... He could see across the allyway was indeed the diahwasher but he was being held up to the wall by a much larger man. There was even.. Smoke? There was a strong nasty black smoke scent.. And smoke clearly coming from the larger guy.
"Just give me what you got punk.. I ain't fitting to kill ya."
That was more then enough for Vito.. Maybe he was a mutant and well, maybe Vito should have just called someone else but mutants weren't too common in his area, very rare to see one, this wasn't gonna stop him though. No one gets to mess with the dishwasher but the kitchen staff! Zero exception!
With swift feet he dashed out from the kitchen, forcing his newly sharpened blade into the side of the thug.
"PFFFT! URG! WHAT THE FUC-"
*Crack!*
Vito pulled the bloody blade out from the thugs side and then smacked him in the side of his face using the hilt to his knife as the driving force. Dropping the dishwasher and stumbling back, one hand holding his side where blood was still leaking out... But also smoke? His other hand gripping to the side of his face, "Lil brat! Dont think ill forget this!" Nothing short of another chuckle from Vito as he brandished his still bloody knife and clearly stepped infront of the dish kid.
"Oh dude.. Just shut up, you want to end up in a deep fryer? I can make that happen."
Before he could say anymore the smoking thug ran off, leaving behind a trail of black smoke in his wake.
"H-holy crap man! That was AWESOME! You saved me! You rea-" he was cut off as Vitos knife had been tossed at him, fumbling to catch it he almost cuts himself, "Wha?"
"I cant use that knife so bloody! Come on damn it! GET BACK IN THERE!" Called out Vito holding the door open. The young dishwasher jumped and quickly bolted into the restaurant. Vito on the other hand stayed outside, he leaned up agaisnt the now shut door and slid down to where he was sitting on the step to the door. Taking out another cigarette and lighting it.. He was shaking.
That was a mutant.. That dude could have cleared out the whole building if he wanted to, why was he even in this town? What was going on anymore..
*Ring!*
His phone got a notification, a text from his father saying a new batch came in today.. Looks like work wasn't gonna end in the kitchen it seems.
The kitchen of the Broadway was on full blast, cooks yelling and the sounds of pans flaring up, dishes clinking together, the slow hum of the dish machine, the cooks on the line yelling at one another, servers looking like clockwork as they grabbed plates of food to take out to the customers, then returning with more empty plates for the dishwasher who.. At this point was getting rather flustered.
"Need two more pans of demi-glaze from the walk-in, dish? Can you grab them for me?.... I MEAN NOW!"
Vito, dressed in all black, chef coat with a few staines along his front, he was standing before the saute station. He was working with a total of six burners but four already had pans working with pasta dishes or even a pan seared steak. The dish was was pretty new, started a few days ago and this was the first day since then that the trains rolled into town. The trains always brought tons of people from all over that wanted to see this tiny mountain town in east Pennsilvnya. The new dishwasher was even younger then Vito who at the time was only about 19, its common in kitchens for young kids to start as a dishwasher.
The rush did not end quickly.. Or even in a timely manner as stragglers would walk in at the worst times and try to get a table... And the damn greedy servers happly seat someone only to know the amount of daggers and chef knifes that would be targeting them once they stepped foot in the kitchen from the back of house staff.
"Naw, you guys can handle a few tables.. Im going on a smoke break! Im taken dish with me."
Another cook on the line speaks out as Vito tried to rush outside with the clearly stressed dishwasher, "Aw thats bull man! Iv been here for like eight hours and no smoke!"
A chuckle from Vito, "Yeah? Maybe you shouldn't have been an hour late then huh?!" With that, the line grew silent.
Stepping outside of the kitchen and shutting the door behind both him and dish, "Your not doing too bad in there.. Need a smoke?" Vito asked as he pulled out a pack of reds and removed two from the pack, offering one up to the younger dishwasher who most likely wasn't even 18 yet. "Th-thanks.." Mumbled the young dishwasher, "Is it okay for me to be smoking?"
Vito who already had his lit was holding out a lighter, "I mean.. If you wanna take a break you gotta smoke dude, but uh.. If you dont this time, I wont tell anyone." He was honest about it, you couldn't normally go on break unless it was for a smoke but he didnt plan on forcing cigarettes down his throat. With a nod the young dishwasher hands back the cig, shruging, Vito take it back as he drags on his own.
Time passes and it was time to head back into the chaos... Even more so since they both heard a server drop a plate and the relentless insults and just stupid jokes began to fly from the line.
"Back to it I guess... Those morons will burn the place down at this rate....."
As Vito was stepping back in he heard the dishwasher ask him something, "Hm?"
"Hey im just... I just need a moment. Iv been here all morning and its almost nine at night.."
This was not new to Vito, he smiled and nodded his head as he stepped back in and let the kid have a few more moments to himself to gather himself. Still in the prep room next to the exit door, Vito was taking a moment to run his chef knife down the wetstone to sharpen it up again. He started to hear some talking outside the door, was someone else with the dishwasher? It IS an open allyway so anyone could have wondered down it. Knife in hand he opens the door, "Dude what ar-" he stopped... He could see across the allyway was indeed the diahwasher but he was being held up to the wall by a much larger man. There was even.. Smoke? There was a strong nasty black smoke scent.. And smoke clearly coming from the larger guy.
"Just give me what you got punk.. I ain't fitting to kill ya."
That was more then enough for Vito.. Maybe he was a mutant and well, maybe Vito should have just called someone else but mutants weren't too common in his area, very rare to see one, this wasn't gonna stop him though. No one gets to mess with the dishwasher but the kitchen staff! Zero exception!
With swift feet he dashed out from the kitchen, forcing his newly sharpened blade into the side of the thug.
"PFFFT! URG! WHAT THE FUC-"
*Crack!*
Vito pulled the bloody blade out from the thugs side and then smacked him in the side of his face using the hilt to his knife as the driving force. Dropping the dishwasher and stumbling back, one hand holding his side where blood was still leaking out... But also smoke? His other hand gripping to the side of his face, "Lil brat! Dont think ill forget this!" Nothing short of another chuckle from Vito as he brandished his still bloody knife and clearly stepped infront of the dish kid.
"Oh dude.. Just shut up, you want to end up in a deep fryer? I can make that happen."
Before he could say anymore the smoking thug ran off, leaving behind a trail of black smoke in his wake.
"H-holy crap man! That was AWESOME! You saved me! You rea-" he was cut off as Vitos knife had been tossed at him, fumbling to catch it he almost cuts himself, "Wha?"
"I cant use that knife so bloody! Come on damn it! GET BACK IN THERE!" Called out Vito holding the door open. The young dishwasher jumped and quickly bolted into the restaurant. Vito on the other hand stayed outside, he leaned up agaisnt the now shut door and slid down to where he was sitting on the step to the door. Taking out another cigarette and lighting it.. He was shaking.
That was a mutant.. That dude could have cleared out the whole building if he wanted to, why was he even in this town? What was going on anymore..
*Ring!*
His phone got a notification, a text from his father saying a new batch came in today.. Looks like work wasn't gonna end in the kitchen it seems.