Epilogue
“Kiara, how long on the Monte Cristo rolls?” Patrick calls from across the kitchen.
“Four minutes, Patrick,” I reply happily. I’ve been working as Patrick’s kitchen manager for the last six weeks. He hadn’t had a spot for me the first time I called, but that changed quickly after his soft opening. The man who’d held the position before me just couldn’t keep up with Patrick’s pace. He knew from experience that I could, and I’ve never been happier.
The name of the restaurant is Sandwiched and the menu is full of eclectic comfort food favorites from all around the world. The prep cook to my right is pickling vegetables for Vietnamese Banh Mi, while the line cook to my right pounds out veal parmesan. The menu is reasonably priced, the food is delicious, and the atmosphere is causal
