My WorkWeek.

One of my new favorite blogs is written by a line cook at NOPA, the mega-restaurant that renamed the pocket of the Western Addition- to NOPA. The blog is called: Line Cook, and it chronicles the food-life of Richie. I often go to NOPA after work for a diva-drink to soothe the wounds of being a server in a diva spot. With that I have befriended some of the staff there, mainly those behind the bar, however, the kitchen has taken to the MellyG presence. Richie is dope, very nice, and he even participated in a recent edition of the Mission Street Food movement.

With that, in a recent Line Cook post, he took note of one of his 'server' colleagues graphs. As time passes, insults begin to loose significance, validity, power. As time passes the server develops a thick skin for the night. As time passes, the server just doesn't give a shit but getting the fuck out of there. I'm pretty sure this lends to all wait staff, kitchen included. Enjoy your next meal.