By: As told to Kate Meyers
Photo: Yasu & Junko
The first couple of omelets came off the pans fine. Then the orders started coming in faster. Picture the omelet equivalent of the I Love Lucy conveyor-belt-at-the-chocolate-factory episode. Burnt omelets, half-cooked omelets, raw omelets: If you were lucky enough to get served at all, that’s what you got.
What now? Still, to my knowledge, my pride and culinary dreams were the only real casualties of the day.