Come on! Who do we have to talk to to get my face on the Toonie?
Come on! Who do we have to talk to to get my face on the Toonie?
What do you think it would take to get my face printed on a coin? I’m really feeling a $2 coin, like the Canadian tunie. It’d be so practical for my day to day operations.
You’ll notice my drawer doesn’t contain anything less than a $1/4. That’s because those are wastes of time.
Let me know what you come up with.
WHO WANTS TO DRINK SOME CAFFEINE?!?
Here’s a little food porn for ya.
That there is the dough untwisted and undressed.
Just try to look away.
Can’t, can ya?
Today was a full on party during the usual 8-10am hours and then everyone left. I got so much work done with no one around. A few people stopped by, got some coffee, and kept me entertained for a little, but for the most part, I was on my own.
Around noon Howie came in. He’s my buddy. I was totally content prepping bacon and chatting with Howie. Then about 10 minutes till 1pm (closing time), an obvious out of towner rolled in asking me if I made sandwiches. At first he seemed weary because I only had bagels so I gave him the bread truck speal.
So he orders a turkey bagel and I learn that his name is Bill and he used to be a banker in Chicago. Then Howie invites him to sit at the community table. At the same time I’m making myself the most amazing bagel EVER.
Shortly after I get Bill’s turkey bagel in front of him another woman walks in. It’s like 5 minutes till 1pm now. She also seemed a little weary but I sell her a ham, bacon, cheddar, tomato, and avocado bagel and everything is right in the world.
She acknowledges my closing time in conversation, and I inform her that her order will be the last order I take for the day. Then right before her bagel is ready I ask if she wants me to wrap it to go or if she would like to eat here? She answers that she would prefer to eat here. So I serve her a bagel, introduce her to Howie and Bill, and she grabs a seat at the community table.
About the same time I get her situated I lock to the door and go back to prepping my bagel, aka – the grand finale. So now I’ve got three adults who don’t know each other sitting around a table eating bagels. I proceed to leave the counter and also sit at the table with them. At this point they’re all sort of blown away that they are eating with 2 other strangers and the chef.
I was like 2 bites into my bagel when my buddies arrive so I let them in and make 1 more round of drinks and bagels. Now there’s 5 adults (because Bill had to leave) sitting around a table casually conversing. It was a beautiful lunch.
So I can get about 50 cool mugs on top of the machine. And they’re LEGIT!
But I have got to give credit where credit is due – Thank You Amber for all of the mugs you’ve rustled up for the shop. And Scott, your mugs might be the most popular.
Joy (Logan’s Aunt) reaches out to me and asks for 2 dozen bagels. She’s not from the area, but I assume she’s heard about the bagels. So we come to an agreement and it’s time to make bagels.
Friday morning I crawl out of bed and I’m thinking baby Logan. It’s early, but I’ve all ready decided that I’m going to do the best job I can because:
So I get to the cafe before 6am and start twisting bagels. I’m focused! And I am determined to make the best bagels I’ve ever made.
Everything went to plan. I had em bagged and ready to go on time. I haven’t heard from a receiving party, but it’s early. I also can’t wait to meet Joy. I’m sure I’ll be working when she introduces herself and then I’ll drop what I’m doing and thank her for the opportunity.
Thank You Joy
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Finally on Google’s radar! … maybe
The people have spoken, and the majority of folks like me, as I like them. But there’s always those outliers. Believe it or not, some people don’t like me. And I’m fine with that. But before you pass judgement, take a long hard look at yourself.
I don’t intentionally try to piss people off or come across as a jerk. I want you to like me. It’s part of the gig. But I expect to be treated fairly. I’m sure you’ve heard, “do unto others as you wish done to yourself.”
My biggest pet peeve is people who come in and immediately use the equipment as their own personal lounge. It’s like nothing is sacred. You would be amazed at how many people come in and lean on the glass case. For starters, it’s an antique glass case; and while it has had repairs, it’s still 40+ years old. AND IT’S GLASS! So I’ve actually put a sign on top of it that says “Don’t Lean on the Glass.” And I still have to remind people to not lean on the glass.
My biggest worry is that someone leans to hard and the whole thing shatters. Briefly, imagine huge shards of glass scattered around what used to be a beautiful glass case. Now imagine a person leaning on the case as the glass gives way and that person falling into the glass. All because someone couldn’t stand up right. They walked into the cafe on their own, but standing upright on their own for a few more minutes wasn’t an option.
And secondly, I don’t need you to smudge the glass. In fact, I would prefer that you didn’t put your fingerprints on the glass case. It’s supposed to be clean. I physically clean it so you can see the goodies inside of it. So if you do touch or lean on the glass, don’t be surprised if I call you out on it. And under no circumstances, should you attempt to make a joke out of smudging my case. I know 2 wrongs don’t make a right, but let’s put it like this – You smudge my case, I smudge your Life.
The other No No is the prep table. As a customer, you can use any seat or dining table in the cafe. The single table you may not use is the prep table because that’s where food is prepared. Sometimes I put hot pans on it and you will burn yourself if you touch them or the table. It’s not even my rule. It’s the Health Department’s rule and i’m obligated to follow it. And yet, people go right for it. That’s the reason why Dickie’s or Subway have those walls with the plexi glass that extends towards the ceiling. It’s so you don’t touch the prep area.
So, one of the more common inappropriate uses of the prep table is by older women carrying big hand bags. They don’t even break stride. They walk up to the prep table and fling that big hand bag right on the table. I don’t know what’s in those things, but I’m sure it’s heavy and a burden to lug around all the time.
And I know where it’s been. It’s been on every counter, seat, floor board, shopping cart, parking lot, and general ground you roam. Do you want to eat off the floor of a department store dressing room?
It’s been so bad that I posted Rule #3 – Don’t Use the Prep Table. So if you are an older woman carrying an oversized handbag, don’t get upset when I ask you to remove your bag from the prep table. It’s not a big deal. There is a counter, table, 4 stools, and 4 chairs behind the prep table. Any of those places are acceptable for large hand bags.
I’m just saying, before you consider me rude or even unkind, take a long hard look at yourself and your actions.