Post by Reymont Kayne Rochester on Jun 11, 2013 0:57:34 GMT -5
Rey wore his usual outfit to work, black pants which were ironed, a simple white t-shirt with a white button down over that, the restaurant logo stitched into the breast pocket of the shirt. It was going to be a long day, Rey could feel it already. It was raining, what absolutely dreadful weather and it was coming down in sheets, not just lightly spitting. This was boarder-line torrential. Weather forecasts had said it'd continue for the day which was good of course since it meant he'd be able to put the fireplace on in the dining room for dinner, but it also then meant that he was currently soaked to the bone as he was battling with his umbrella (which wasn't much use) against the winds.
Finally he arrived at the restraunt, fumbling with his keys to the door as he then proceeded to unlock the charms he had on the place. Stepping into the small foyer he shook his head, black curls flying array as they sprang back to shape. By his presence there the fires sprang up in the chandeliers above, the small suns glowing bright and casting a warm through his teeth chattering coldness. With a quick drying charm he back to being warm, and in doing so back in the right positive mindset to begin the day's set up.
Rey was always first to the store, having to make sure that there was enough food stocked from the night previous, and if not he'd go and buy some at the markets, and decide if he wanted for the special's board today. It was hard, being the owner and chef since everything came down to him but Rey was hard working and determined and he enjoyed every moment of time he spent and ever drop sweat for his place. This was his dream, and nothing was going to ever stop him or take him away from it.
The day soon flew by, with his other workers coming in throughout the day. Apprentices coming in to start the peeling and setting up for the evening shift, sous chefs coming in to supervise and start prep. Waiters and Bartender began arriving, setting about to cleaning glasses and setting the tables for the night. Rey all the while was going between his office in the backroom, going over finances or standing in the kitchen helping out or instructing his employees how he wanted a dish to be cooked or presented. A big day and he had a bigger evening ahead of him as well.
It was 6 and officially the restaurant was open. Booked diners were already seated and plates had been ordered. Rey had donned his apron and was side by side with his chefs cooking away and barking orders out when they were received. He would then proceed from here to going out and speaking to patrons who asked to see him, it was more common than not for him to be out there mingling with his honoured patrons. Rey loved hearing the praise for his food and always shook hands and thanked them with a smile. It was all due to that popularity raise with Witch Weekly, but maybe it was all in his mind that there was a lot more women than ever dining at his restaurant. He pushed that thought from his mind. He didn't have time for that.
"Order up!" Rey called, dinging the bell underneath the heating lights where he just placed two plates of duck liver deep fried with Camembert cheese with a coulis of cranberry. Looking out from his perch, surveying the restaurant but unbeknownst to him there was someone out there who knew him.
Finally he arrived at the restraunt, fumbling with his keys to the door as he then proceeded to unlock the charms he had on the place. Stepping into the small foyer he shook his head, black curls flying array as they sprang back to shape. By his presence there the fires sprang up in the chandeliers above, the small suns glowing bright and casting a warm through his teeth chattering coldness. With a quick drying charm he back to being warm, and in doing so back in the right positive mindset to begin the day's set up.
Rey was always first to the store, having to make sure that there was enough food stocked from the night previous, and if not he'd go and buy some at the markets, and decide if he wanted for the special's board today. It was hard, being the owner and chef since everything came down to him but Rey was hard working and determined and he enjoyed every moment of time he spent and ever drop sweat for his place. This was his dream, and nothing was going to ever stop him or take him away from it.
The day soon flew by, with his other workers coming in throughout the day. Apprentices coming in to start the peeling and setting up for the evening shift, sous chefs coming in to supervise and start prep. Waiters and Bartender began arriving, setting about to cleaning glasses and setting the tables for the night. Rey all the while was going between his office in the backroom, going over finances or standing in the kitchen helping out or instructing his employees how he wanted a dish to be cooked or presented. A big day and he had a bigger evening ahead of him as well.
It was 6 and officially the restaurant was open. Booked diners were already seated and plates had been ordered. Rey had donned his apron and was side by side with his chefs cooking away and barking orders out when they were received. He would then proceed from here to going out and speaking to patrons who asked to see him, it was more common than not for him to be out there mingling with his honoured patrons. Rey loved hearing the praise for his food and always shook hands and thanked them with a smile. It was all due to that popularity raise with Witch Weekly, but maybe it was all in his mind that there was a lot more women than ever dining at his restaurant. He pushed that thought from his mind. He didn't have time for that.
"Order up!" Rey called, dinging the bell underneath the heating lights where he just placed two plates of duck liver deep fried with Camembert cheese with a coulis of cranberry. Looking out from his perch, surveying the restaurant but unbeknownst to him there was someone out there who knew him.