To fill in the people who never read the first few entries, here they are again, with a few of the comments.

This Week on the Beach..................

tuesday, health and safety inspection visit in the morning, better than the 3 scares due to french slackness,afternoon the salad fridge blows up after working with 2 hobs for 5 days and the fridge being on the maintenance list since last year.

thursday, people leave a "petit" dog tied to an umbrella on a table and go for a walk. 5 mins later the dog decides to follow and hangs it's self.

Friday, the gas oven decides to stop working with a few of it's hob mates. meanwhile the chef is slowly breaking down. after thinking things couldn't get worse the electricity magically disappears at 10 and the final 20 plates are put out in 60 degree heat.

saturday, after thinking things couldn't possibly get any worse...... the combi oven hands in it's notice and just flashes at passers by leaving the chefs with one grill and 2 hobs and no salad fridge. Numbers steadily increasing to 225 covers.

Saturday evening, fearing the worst rob checks the gas situation to find the dial is stuck on 100% but carefully calculating his usage predicts a further 3 weeks no problem........ 7pm the gas runs out leaving the chefs with a microwave and a fryer, gas bottles arrive for the grill and 2 hobs. biggest night in history so rumble decides to celabrate by getting smashed on champagne with no regard for the situation, apart from the financial one. meanwhile the chef speeds up on the breaking down situation.

Sunday, with an intermitant oven numbers further increase to 255 some of them maybe happy. joyous that he had cooked 40 kilos of moules on 3 hobs in 30 minutes, rob then had to wash up to boost max's moral after someone had put a chocolaty scoop into the vanilla ice cream

monday, as they say, is another day................

Clair Cameron

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Shamble to the maximus!
Where's Juan with his "Shakira, Shakira" when all this is going down.
Go easy on Max Rob, tell him to throw the tub out and get a new one, no-one likes a little ice-cream flavor mixing...that's just inconceivable.
It sounds like a repeat of that night last year when nothing but the deep fryer worked in addition to having a bare kitchen. I had to tell the tables, "the menu of the evening is chicken wings" "Just chicken wings" "Well no, we also have lord of the wings, which is all you can eat wings...." DISASTER!!!!
Can you get the old Barbemaque cranking?
I feel for you don roberto!
Did the dog die???? Unbelievable. A lot of shit went down last year, however there was definitely no deaths...besides the mice.

.........The dog survived due to the owners amazing canine resuscitation skills which unfortunatly seems to make the story less funny.

And of course, monday was another day. Thinking that things couldn't get any worse the chefs rolled into the kitchen expecting a quiet lunch and a bit of quality prep time. 160 covers and an empty fridge later it was time once again to speed prep the whole menu sensibly predicting the worst. A relatively quiet service was then injected with some tiki comedy club maddness as the waiters slow and insistant taunting of the tempremental pizza chef resulted in an explosion of monumental proportions with breno threatening to "stick a pizza up alex's ass". Breno then decided to tell the manager that the pizza would be finishing at 9, to which he was told "fuck off then, leave the ovens on an I'll make fucking pizza myself!" and returned to his section with his tail between his legs and continued to flip out the pizzas.

After robs suggestion that the chefs just get in the car and leave, he was presented with a pay rise and a bonus and an order to stock up the pile of 20 plates they work their jesus type magic on every day.

Tuesday, the blessing of the st tropez market and a delivery of gas was a good omen for all. Slightly shaky and hungover from a night in pirates and 2 hours sleep, lunch is smooth. After listening to some weird hypnosis cd on his 30 minute break in an attempt to slow down time, rob turns into super chef, controlling a fast and smooth service with happy workers, and gets a pizza present at the end of the night.

Wednesday must be time for things to start to go wrong again.....

Chuzz Lewitt
August 4 at 5:36pm
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Dude! Sounds awesome!! Hehee. So how's things then dude, not settled back in Blighty yet then?
I've been getting well into my surfing, going away on weekends as much as possible. I'm thinking of organising a bit of a holiday in Saalbach next year if you're interested?
I'll catch up properly soon as we had to go to London this morning at 5am and have only just got back....
Laters dude
Chuzz

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