I’ve just finished a Sunday lunch shift at
MB, preceeded by
lunch and dinner shifts on Saturday. Since the restaurant is closed on Mondays
and Tuesdays, I find myself with some time to reflect on my new job and my role
here.
The first thing I noticed about this kitchen: the sheer
number of people working here. Numbers-wise, we would be very close to a
football team: offense and defense, special teams, kickers, coaches,
coordinators and trainers. Once
everyone is in motion, it can be difficult to find your way through the tangle
of people. However, the good thing is: there is always someone to ask if you
need a hand with a task, or if you don’t know where something is.
I chose to start on the fish station; previous
BasqueStage
Marco Bahena had told me the Chef de Partida there was the most demanding. I
figured if I could make it on the fish station, I would be able to make it on
the other stations as well. This logic of starting with the toughest boss may
or may not work out. I have seen more than a few serious tongue-lashings for
offenses ranging from talking too much to improperly chopped parsley.
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Yesica concentrates on the raviolis. |
For the past two days, I have worked with Igor (from Bilbao)
and Yesica (from Argentina), on
the Squid Ink Raviolis. To assemble this pouch
of shaved squid filled with
tinta de calamar,
you need
steady hands, a
miniature offset spatula, and the patience of an origami professional.
Intricate and frustrating, while also imaginative and beautiful, these ravioli
probably will remain my task for the next week; after seven straight hours of
folding these packets, I’m starting to get the hang of it.
En total, it’s a
whole new world here. Elisha and I are used to skeleton crews in shoebox
kitchens in labor-cost-conscious New York City. I think next week we’ll really
get a feel for the ebb and flow of service here. While it’s taxing and at times
intimidating, it’s exciting to be in a completely new environment.
Now I’m going to eat pintxos
and drink txakoli- tomorrow is my day
off!