Anthony Barr-Smith was a prick. Because he had a hyphen he thought his shi… well y’ know.
He was the owner. He thought he could run a restaurant. Nothing, and I mean nothing got past him. You couldn’t make a decision without him sticking his nose in and demanding it to be done differently.
Business was ok after the opening. But it quickly went downhill. He would shout at the apprentice chef, “MORE FIRE. FIRE. FIRE.” when he wanted a dish cooked differently.
He yelled it again last night. I looked into the kitchen and it really was on fire.
I walked back through the room. A customer stopped me “Excuse me. Um. Something’s burning. What do you think it is?”
“Don’t worry Sir. That’s just the smell of chaos.”
I walked past the cash register dropping my waiter’s apron over the top as I walked out the door.