So for about a year straight, Sunday nights were burger nights. It's just the way it was. There was always a surplus from brunch. Fresh ground Hanger, house made buns, and I or somebody else would take advantage of the slow business and really go balls to the wall with condiments. Guys from other restaurants started to hear about it, and ask what we'd done for sides that week. The kitchen crew would come in on their nights off to join in. We'd wait all week just to finish service, have a beer, and enjoy THE BURGER. It became legendary. The waitstaff loved it.
Except for one highly annoying server. They started complaining about how every Sunday they had to eat the same thing. And her crap started to poison some of the new front of house hires. And all of sudden the fun was gone. Just like that. No more burger nights.
No more burger nights...