
One of my first tasks last night was prepping the shrimp for a dish we do called "Javanese Fried Rice." Around the kitchen though, everyone refers to it as, "Javi." I mixed the shrimp in the marinade, and then Ben told me to cover it, label it, and put it in the walk-in. With my black marker I wrote, "Java Shrimp, 9/13."
Later in the evening, as dessert orders were coming in, a ticket printed out that said:
Single scoop
!Toffee chips
Erin grabbed the toffee chips off the shelf and handed them to me to put on the scoop of vanilla ice cream. It took me more than a moment to realize that what I'd read wasn't "bang Toffee chips" (geek speak for "no toffee chips") but rather a request to add toffee chips to a dish that didn't usually come with them.
I have a lot to learn. Or maybe it's unlearn.
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