"It's so busy I think I might pass out. We just got a table of six guys up to the second floor for dinner, and we're running out of side dishes." Greta comes sweeping into the kitchen where I'm heating chicken wings in a flash fry for an order and leans over me to stick a paper tab on the order line over my head. The new group seems to have enormous appetites and is going for a four-course in one sitting.

"All six want the scallop starter..." that's easy for me to handle alone." she is red-faced and sweaty and starts pulling out the necessary ingredients to get on...