Handcrafted The other night I had a late table come in at five minutes til closing, and they had called in advance, so they KNEW that we closed at 11. Well, I had to take them -- they ate in a leisurely manner, ordered coffee and generally didn't make any effort to recognize the fact that they were the only thing keeping me from leaving!
Well, when I wrapped their pasta, he asked me if I could "have the kitchen put some extra sauce on it."
"Sure," I said. (Never mind the fact that the fucking kitchen guys are all in the back eating, since they've been done for a half hour!)
Anyway, I dumped the pasta into the little styro container, walked back into the walk-in where the mondo Bucket-O-Sauce is kept (we make our marinara from scratch and it is stored in those 5 gallon buckets). I reached in with my bare hand, and using it as a ladle, lovingly scooped out three handfuls of sauce onto the pasta, closed it up, washed my hand off, and presented it to him. Now, I was thinking of you the whole time! Admittedly, it's pretty innocent, since I didn't pee in it, or anything gross like that, but it was the best I could do and still sleep well that night.