FFT? An indescribably cool family restaurant called Food For Thought.
The first day of work, lasting three hours, was quite intense. I worked in the kitchen, where the sweet Ryan explained to me which sauce and spices go with which dish, etc. He also taught me the important art of using a tray))) Approaching the table, Ryan would whisper the name of the dish to me, after which I would announce it loudly and serve it to the client) I must say that from 6 PM the restaurant was what I can describe with only one word - crazy! Not a single free table, lots of people, lots of orders, lots of confusing words, sauces, spices.. brrr... in three hours of work, I only remembered that the green sticks that look like onions need to be drizzled with white sauce) Also, I remembered the places with food supplies, the trash area, and the computer where you have to press something to show how long I worked) In my head - porridge, slight fatigue, and a wild desire to learn the menu and all these spices and seasonings to prove once again (either to myself or to others) - no matter how hard it is, I can do it! I'll do my best!!!
A few words about the employer - without even realizing it, Howard has become my idol. I have never seen a person so passionately engaged in their work. I have never seen a owner of a prestigious restaurant in Russia not only wear a T-shirt with its name (like all the employees) but also run around on a slippery floor with a tray along with everyone else. It is incredible and, undoubtedly, deserves admiration! (at least mine). Moreover, having invited my friend and me to lunch before work, Howard treated us to a huuuuge amount of dishes and didn't let us pay a single cent (although according to the rules, we are required to pay 50% as employees). To tell the truth, it was terribly awkward, surprising, and pleasant. But... Howard is still in for some pleasant surprises from his new Russian employees, that's something we know how to do)))
p.s. The incredibly friendly team of workers at FFT supports and calms me down. The guys sing songs in the kitchen, joke, and even try to speak Russian) By the way, they pronounce my name with some difficulty. Polina... hmm... maybe I should come up with a pseudonym to ease the load on the Americans' articulatory apparatus?)))))
