I thought I could handle a 300-cover wedding solo. I was wrong.
Last Saturday, I took a big wedding job in Asheville, thinking my small team and I could manage the whole thing. The menu had twelve courses, and the client wanted everything plated in under ten minutes. By the third course, we were two plates behind, the sauce for the duck was breaking, and I burned my hand on a pan handle. What saved us was the groom's aunt, who used to run a kitchen in New York. She saw us drowning, rolled up her sleeves, and jumped on the salad station without being asked. Her calm help got us back on track and the rest of the night went smooth. It was a humbling lesson that even a good plan needs room for a helping hand. Has anyone else had a near-disaster turn around because of an unexpected helper?