“Over a year ago, Adam asked me if I wanted to take charge of the kitchen sometimes so that he and David could go on trips. I said yes.” His frown told me this wasn’t going to be a happy story. “I was excited, you know? I’d get a chance to try out some of the plates I thought customers would like. I was prepared for the fact that I wouldn’t pull in the numbers Adam did, but that was fine with me. I mean, I thought maybe word of mouth would help me build a following.” He laughed humorlessly. “I even thought some of the customers might think my cooking was better than Adam’s, especially considering how many nights he’s just dialing it in when he’d rather be with David doing something else.”
“So how many times have you subbed for him?”
He wiped his lips on the paper napkin and threw it on his plate.
“That’s just it. Never. Not once.”
“Ah, shit.”