Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

 

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

 

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

 

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

 

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”

Restaurant Secret: What the Chef Discovered When She Returned to the Closed Restaurant for Her Stuff

 

Anna Semyonovna worked at this restaurant for over twenty years. She started out as an assistant, then became a cook, and then, eleven or twelve years ago, became the head chef.

She loved her job. She’d dedicated her entire life to food. She used to work in a cafeteria, but then they all closed, so she went to a cafe, and then here.

The owner, of course, was a creative person here. He loved to cook and invented new dishes. But he had one weakness.

His wife left him because of this weakness, and he often found himself in trouble himself. Only because the restaurant was in high demand and was always on the move. Anna tried so much to talk to him, begged him, and threatened him.

He agreed completely, and then again. Nikita Mikhailovich loved to play cards. And not just like that, like playing some fool, but for money.

And the money isn’t small. How many times did the entire restaurant wait two months for payroll, never being able to count it? But then the owner would give it all back, even with a bonus.

Nikita Mikhailovich was a nice guy, not greedy, so they put up with it. Anna Mikhailovna reached for the door handle. She felt a strange uneasiness in her soul, as if something would happen.

Well, what could happen? Everything was fine. She walked in and immediately realized something had happened. The waiters were already at work and had gotten confused with the Thai woman behind the counter.

They chatted quietly, none of them doing their job. “Hello everyone, what’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone working?” Anna usually didn’t arrive until midnight. There weren’t many people in the morning, so the morning menu was left to the regular cooks.

“Oh, Anna Semyonovna, don’t you know anything?” “Hm, well, if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn’t have asked you. So what happened?” “Oh, Anna Semyonovna, Nikita Mikhailovich has lost us.” Panic rebounded in her chest.

“What do you mean, ‘he lost us’? The restaurant lost, the whole thing. The new owner is coming this evening.” “Now that’s news…”