in the threshold between
the customers zone and
the employees only
I observe:
the dance of the manager
with aggresive thrusts
leads the kitchen staff
in violent tango
Such transition
(one has ever seen!)
into a smooth swing
towards the ringing telephone
(this in full view of customers)
and the dance turns oral
you swear any ears would melt
at the sound of such calculated words
the deed done, orders in!
The little reciept printer squeals
underpaid chef rips off another
begining. This one a
'Large Hand-Tossed Canadian'
With the precision only available
to the one who has performed
this ritual a myriad of times
he throws the dough
spreads the sauce
with uniformity
places pepperoni
mixes the mushrooms
bacon and cheese
together before
tossing them gently
evenly covering the pie
leaving exactly one inch of crust.
Into the oven for 7 minutes, 40 seconds.
After baking, cutting into 12 slices
and boxing, the perfect pie is ready to go!
Leaning against the wall
in the threshold, I hear my name
followed by this:
"62 Lansdowne
Mr. Wilcox"
Here we go!
Colin and Co.
