Articles of Mastication

Holy Zombies! Easter Brunch!

Where else will you find a cartoonish rabbit ice sculpture but at an Easter brunch in America? We had 600 guests at the club today, and they ran our asses off. Four solid hours of nonstop bacon-egg-sausage-waffle hustle. What did we run out of first? No, not prime rib or pork tenderloin. Chicken wings. Welcome to the Midwest, where chicken wings are practically a religious contrivance unto themselves.

Let it also be known that some of the sport jackets I encountered while working the buffet line were criminally pastel, but I thought the image below of the kitchen’s used linen bin was telling. That’s what Easter looked like to this cook at around 3:30 this afternoon: a thousand soiled pastel napkins.

I would have snapped some images of the dining room and buffet for you, but we were far too busy for me to be piddling around with that. I should tell you, though, that I’m proud to work with this crew, that there’s a lot of talent and potential in this kitchen (provided the younger cooks begin exploring food a little more actively and thoroughly), and that everyone did a really kick-ass job today.