Big Boy’s Brunch

A typical Friday night at Dante’s Pizzeria is madder than an Italian with soggy meatballs. So given that a staff member decides to ring in sick, followed shortly by your backup chef who manages to slice his hand within 5 minutes of arrival, you now understand the mammoth battle that awaits. So armed with my pizza paddle in one hand, a pizza ball in the other, I start to wade through the Friday night trade. About two hours before closing time and dreaming of that cold Heineken that awaits, I hear this cheeky comment, as I look up I’m greeted by my mate Buzz, happy as always . “You alright mate”. Buzz, am I glad to see you. Within minutes I set Buzz to work taking orders, washing up, as well as saucing and dressing pizza’s.

Well what can I say. Buzz mate, ya saved me bacon.