Friday is the new Thursday

    Fridays hold a special place in what remains of my restaurant heart and most of the reasons are rather obvious.   My workweek will be over before I know it, 90% of my orders are done and, most importantly, three days of prepping + humping have me ready for almost anything they can throw at me.  For a while, Thursdays were our "busy" night and the height of my prep + stress, so Friday was like a joke by the time it finally arrived.  This week is even sweeter because our three day Taste of Blank "festival" is over and life returns to semi-abnormal.  Worst case scenario is that Friday is a total fiasco, all seventy-three covers order between 7:02 and 8:25 and at the end I feel like I got in a fist fight while giving birth to a rabid gorilla.  And I need a drink more than usual.  No matter what happens, the end of Friday means that Saturday is close and we all know what that means.