Sure, it looked like a glamorous position when you attended your friend's wedding last month. Watching the banquet manager, or maitre d’, escorting the bride & groom into the room, then directing his waiters in serving the food, then later even taking center stage during the cake cutting ceremony, seemed like a cool job. You even thought, hey, I would like to do that. Now it's time to tell you the truth!
Saturday night, small wedding (it's a good thing), and we couldn't find enough champagne glasses to set the tables and have enough left for the champagne station.
My captains and I are running around like stuck pigs looking for glasses and couldn't find diddly! We found 3 empty racks though. Now we gotta find out WTF happened.
After exhausting all my energy, I sat down near the kitchen to take a breath, that's when the Chef says, "Hey Banquet Manager, are you alright, what happened?". "I'm looking all around this f'ing place for champagne glasses and can't find shit, I still need around 120", I said.
That's when he dropped his guard. His face showed the sign of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Ok, I forgot to tell you", he says (I hate those words). "The other day I had my dishwashers reorganize the storeroom and one of those idiots tipped over a bunch of glass racks", he cavalierly said. "I guess those were champagne glasses", came next. "Well I guess either you or your idiot dishwasher needs to get in a car and drive down the street to the Sheraton (our "friendly" competition down the block) and beg Frankie for some glasses.
Thankfully I have a good relationship with their banquet manager Frankie over the past few years and he will help us out if he can.
Long story short, the chef sent a dishwasher and his sous chef to borrow some glasses from Frankie (thanks buddy), and the event went off with no other problems.
Why can't any chef actually pay attention to anything other than his damm kitchen?