The staff of the Ice Bar had to take a skier proficiency test today. With the exception of the head chef, we all did fine. The head chef, however, fell and hit his head. Disoriented and incoherent, he was diagnosed with a concussion and his ski pass was flagged. Ski patrol must green-light him before he can access the restaurant by himself. The opening schedule was pushed back three days, so I have tomorrow off.
And Brother, it's ripping.
Yesterday featured a snowmobile ride around the resort. It was a bit like riding a golf kart around the Disneyland backlot, only with stunning vistas and serene natural beauty. And a fox. I mean, a Fox. Like a fox fox. You know what I'm talking about.
I spent the rest of the day working one-on-one with the as yet unconcussed head chef prepping lobster soup and hand-made gnocchi. He made us a special dish combing the gnocchi, lobster stock, fried tomato, and elk sausage. We ate lunch in the fancily furnished, but completely empty restaurant overlooking the resort. It reminded me a bit of this business.
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