After many months away from the hospitality industry, tonight I dropped in to help an old employer who was short on staff for a wedding function.
Bespoke kitchen and function work is gritty, fast paced, physically taxing and the hours suck. Every job is different, something always goes wrong, and the difference between you doing a good and a bad job can mean the difference between a good and a bad wedding.
Which is why I was stunned to find myself thoroughly enjoying my brief return.
There’s a flow state you can tap into which doing the kind of high stakes physical work which catering provides. There’s a great satisfaction in progressively completing task after task after task throughout the night.
There’s nothing fun about dirty dishes, but there’s something immensely satisfying about packing a well organised crate of them.
Drunk people make the worst and the best customers.
And there’s nothing like the relief of dressing and sending out the last plate of food for the night.
To do this work well demands a focussed mindset.
I’ve missed the immediacy.
I’ve missed the pressure.
I’ve missed the hospitality husstle.