So it went great. Everyone loved the food, I was taking pictures till things went to shit.
What 200 center cut teres medallions look like, I should have cut these last night
Cooking baby backs
I should have got more shrimp, they knocked out those 7 pounds immediately, this was the first tray we set out, we filled it 2 more times
prepping the street corn, screw you niteprowler
wife made a vegetable and cracker plate, not happy that she bought a store bought dip, everything else was scratch made, but whatever, didn't have time to fuck with it
Apps were flowing well, drinks were getting filled and that is when things went to shit, we threw Phil's famous meatballs into the oven and when I checked them 30 minutes later I realized the pilot blew out on the oven. Then all hell broke loose for my stress level. Didn't take another picture of the rest of the food we made. I had told Fred dinner would be ready right after 3:30 when they renew their vows. I pulled him aside and was like uh, do the vows at 3:45. We are having a slight technical difficulty.
But everyone was happy, Fred and Artie couldn't thank me enough, we sold a ton of merchandise to the family from out of state. Bar sales were around 800 dollars and labor was around 275. I think the final food bill is going to be 875, I need to go over my numbers in the morning.
An envelope was passed around for the staff, we had two out front and me and another in the kitchen, they all walked with 210 dollars for 4 hours of work. Not bad for serving 70 people.
My wife and I need to sit down and figure out how can market this and we make more money from it, not sure if we charge per person or just an hourly rental fee for the restaurant plus extra added. Fine for doing this for close friends but I think it is a revenue stream we need to look into.
Back to Phil's famous meatballs, 90 percent of the people asked my daughter if they were meatballs, no, they are potatoes. I had to sneak over and have a beer with Phil and told him. He was like see, I wasn't that stoned that day.
I'm gonna go drink another beer.