It’s safe to say Day 1 was mayhem. It felt like all of Goa was fighting their Monday morning blues, collectively. We were all over the place in the tiny kitchen. Ringing in covers, plating up, making pleasant conversation, upselling things and also making checks. Covers were flying in at the speed of light. When it felt like things could not get any harder, I saw the husbands big fat grinning face walk in. And behind him, 9 other folks form the office. He had dragged them all out to come embarrass on day 1!
I have to confess it worked. Bang on.
Incidentally, as folks at the cafe later told me, it was the busiest day they’ve had since they opened less than a month ago. So it was like diving in the deep end and just about staying afloat.
So after that hyper-energetic start, day 2 and 3 have been easier. The regulars tend to come in together in droves apparently. And they tend to take a break between repeat visits. And a slow day in cafe world means I get to breathe easy, watch and soak in more and maybe even try my hard at a couple of daunting looking tricks.
Because there was less running around, I had the luxury of helping out with things I was too scared to try on a jam-packed day with covers flying in. I gave the coffee machine a shot and learned how to make a cappuccino, Lavazza-style. I figured out the cash register. And in between all that I squeezed in a chat with a really hot journalist (yes, chit-chatting and networking are perks here).
I even got a lesson in Grabbing-A-Bite-When-You-Can.
And because it tears my heart up to see food go into the bin at the end of day, I doggy-bagged a roasted pepper, corn and bean salad for myself and a slice of salted almond chocolate cake for the husband. As a way to say thank you for embarrassing me.
I suspect he’s enjoying my perks, even more than I am.