“Paul, that was one of the worst dinner...” – Gordon

Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.

I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!

I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!

Paul.

Yes, chef.

Back in line.

Thank you, chef.