I love handing the food directly to people, and I love cooking outside. It’s a relief, really, not to be out with the crowds. Most important, I never had any complaints and I never saw anyone throw away their food. Some nights I knew every face that came by, and some I didn’t know any. Some nights I dragged home 10 pounds of beef (it’s still sitting in my freezer). Why am I even doing this? An hour later, I was rolling out a few more orders, and that guy came back to tell me he loved it and to ask when would I be there serving food again.Īfter that, service was smoother. He took a bite once per minute, and I thought this guy is just choking the meal down: He hates it.
He took a few bites of the burger and set it down to mind his iPhone. The caramelization of the beef was the only thing holding the patty together. It stuck to the grill press and nearly fell apart. I placed the first beef ball on the griddle and smashed it with the grill press.
