THE DISASTROUS TALE OF THE BALDS.
CHAPTER 6: THE END OF DAVID CHOO'S FIVE-STAR DINING
A plane flew high overhead above David Choo's five-star dining. A new day was dawning on the region's most popular and esteemed fine dining experience. The golden sun graced the glass front of the building, reflecting off of the small puddles that had formed on the pavement. Bald Ben stood outside, arms planted firmly on his hips, pressing a button on the key fob his father had entrusted him with, which wound up the metal shutter that protected the restaurant. Once the shutter had rolled up into its internal housing, Bald Ben approached the door, unlocked it, and let himself in for a hard day's work. His family had entrusted him with caring for the restaurant while his Father, David Choo, recovered in hospital. His mum couldn't fill in because she was too busy looking after David, and his siblings were too busy balancing their own careers and visiting their father in the hospital to run a restaurant at the same time.
His father had been forced into a position where he would either have to entrust his worst son with the massive task of running the restaurant or missing out on several weeks' revenue during the recovery. David hated it, but he felt he was left with no choice but to trust Bald Ben with running the place. David had given Bald Ben a detailed list of exactly what he had to do and was hoping that the restaurant would be able to run itself with the help of his trusted staff and the minor supervision of Bald Ben. Bald Ben had lost the list of things to do on the way home from the hospital, but to be frank, he had absolutely no intention of even reading it in the first place. As he walked into the restaurant, he checked his watch. He had a couple of hours before the rest of the staff arrived, which gave him ample opportunity to implement a few small changes that he had in mind.
The first job on Bald Ben's very own list was a few minor changes to the decor. The fine white table cloths were replaced with multi-coloured, plastic, birthday party "cloths". The tall white candles that sat on each table were replaced with lava lamps, which did come with the complication of a series of extension cables littering the floor, creating a severe trip hazard for patrons. His next job was to slip out the dimmed light bulbs for bright red bulbs, bathing the entire restaurant in maroon light. Next was to swap out the fine wooden chairs for more plastic crap. Down came the beautiful, unique and priceless pieces of art, and replaced with posters from Bald Ben's current favourite game, Five Nights at Freddy's 3. by the time he was finished, David Choo's fine dining was an almost perfect recreative of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria.
By the time he had finished the staff had begun to arrive for the day. first in was the head chef, who was far from impressed with Bald Ben's changes
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" he shouted
"This old dump needed updating to a more modern standard" explained Bald Ben
"SO YOUR SOLUTION WAS A 80'S THEMED FAST FOOD SHIT HOLE"
"fired."
"WHAT! wait What?"
"You're fired" said Bald Ben pointedly
The head chef stared him down in disbelief. He took a second, then undid his apron and dropped it on the floor.
"You know what. 7 years here isn't worth 1 week here with you running the ship"
He turned around and stepped out, abandoning the restaurant. Over time, the rest of the staff fizzled into the building, and when the kitchen staff came into the building and heard that the head chef had left, almost all of them left in solidarity too. Bald Ben had an argument with the head waiter, who was physically offended by the redecoration, and he too walked out. Without the two key leaders he needed to run the restaurant, Bald Ben had to take up the roles himself. He decided it would be best to start in the kitchen.
He went into the kitchen, accompanied by his remaining kitchen porters, switched on all the cooking equipment and fired up the grills. The wait staff could handle the early seatings without a "maitre d", so he appointed himself head chef. The first few orders came in fast and it was at this point Bald Ben realised he had forgotten to overhaul the menu, he quickly distributed a copy of the new menu to the cooking staff so they knew what to cook. unfortunately, the customers didn't have a copy of the new menu, but Bald Ben was certain they would enjoy the replacement items. The first order of the day was a roasted chicken accompanied by stem vegetables and a nice sauce. Bald Ben got to work straight away, creating them a fantastic dish, chicken tendies with chips and honey mustard sauce. The same table had ordered roasted prime rib, also with stem vegetables and sauce. Bald Ben had decided that this person was going to receive a burger king hamburger, complete with fries and honey mustard. He rang the bell to tell the waiter that the order was ready. When the waiter arrived in the kitchen he stared at the plate confused.
"Is this table 5's order?"
"Of course" Bald Ben said, smiling gleefully
"This isn't even close to what they ordered? I mean you got the right animal but this isn't prime rib? and this definitely isn't roasted chicken is it?"
"I'm making a few changes around these parts, if you want to make sure you aren't one of them, take the order out there and shut the fuck up" said Bald Ben as his face dropped into his typical stern stare.
The waiter paused momentarily, before reaching for the plate and starting to take it into the dining room. As they left Bald Ben spanked them on the bottom with a spatula "for Morale". Before long the meal inevitably returned to the kitchen. Naturally Bald Ben assumed that there wasn't enough sauce, so he added more honey mustard and sent it right back out the door. It was obviously returned again, only this time the unhappy patron brought it in themselves.
"What the fuck is this?" demanded the patron
Bald Ben looked through the pass at the plate, pondered for a second, and then answered.
"tendies"
"I CAN SEE THAT! WHERE IS THE ROAST CHICKEN? ME AND MY WIFE HAVE COME HERE EVERY YEAR FOR OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, AND I GET THIS SHIT, AND SHE GETS SOME MCTURD BURGER! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?"
"It was from Burger King actually"
The patron threw the plate at Bald Ben, covering him in the beige banquet, before leaving the kitchen, picking up their coat, and walking right back out the door, the first time any patron had ever left David Choo's Five-Star Dining dissatisfied. Bald Ben knew that word on this couldn't get out, so he engaged the alpha-1 protocol, another change he had made to the business.
Bald Ben quickly ran to the roof of the restaurant and watched the man walk to his car. He lay down on the edge of the roof and took out the cannon that he had brought from the first book that he used in his battle with Bald Leon. He set it up, pointed it at the man's car, lit the fuse and KABOOM.
A cannonball exploded from the end of the barrel, pummeling the man's car and compressing the entire back half completely flat. The man got out of the car, blood pouring from his ears and completely deafened from the explosion which happened behind his head.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" he screamed into the abyss of the night
He got his answer when Bald Ben adjusted his aim and fired a second shot, turning the man into the scene from episode one of "the boys" which gave Howie his motivation. What was left of the man fell into a small pile on the floor, as the rest had been painted against the side of the now entirely flattened car. Bald Ben checked his watch and realised it was nearly the dinner rush, so he ran back downstairs and got back to cooking. Plate after plate was sent back into the kitchen, but Bald Ben had run out of cannonballs, meaning he simply had to accept the poor Yelp reviews. Before long Bald Ben realised that maybe he wasn't cut out for the cheffing aspect of running a restaurant, so he left his kitchen porters to manage the kitchen and went to assist the wait staff.
Bald Ben put on a black dress shirt and went out into the dining area to find people waiting to be served. his first table asked for 2 pints of the house draught ale, a risotto and a steak. Bald Ben swore that he would be able to remember this order without writing it down, but by the time he had turned around to walk to the bar, all he could remember was that they had ordered some food. When the chefs finished cooking the order that Bald Ben had guessed they wanted, he took it out to them. and placed it in front of them. as he began to walk off, he was called back to the table by the patrons.
"Excuse me waiter this isn't our order I think perhaps we have someone else's food, and you never brought us our drinks either"
"oh erm, we ran out"
"What of? the risotto? the steak? the drinks?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Well, why aren't you telling us this before we order? We would have gone elsewhere if we would have known you had run out of everything!"
as the man spoke the adjacent table received their order, which included a steak and the house draught. The man was shocked.
"HANG ON! how come they get the stuff if they came in and ordered after us?"
"Listen mate just fuck off will you?"
"Listen mate just fuck off will you?"
"I will have you know I'm not just any patron, I'm the great food critic Andre Giuseppe! I had heard all good things from this place but it looks like it's all just a big joke to you! You are done for in the dining world David Choo, mark my words!"
He got up and left.
The rest of the dinner service continued similarly to how it had already gone, with failed orders and early leaving customers a plenty. Bald Ben didn't see it as an issue, if these people couldn't see his art they didn't deserve to be present for it. However, he did have an issue when the following day almost every single reservation to the restaurant had been cancelled once Andre Guiseppe's review was released. Things got worse still when on the day after that not only did no customers come in, but all his staff left too.
After one full week of no customers, Bald Ben was left with no choice, he poured petrol across the whole restaurant and dropped a match, letting the building burn to the ground. Insurance fraud was his only option to try and redeem himself in his father's eyes. Bald Ben just hoped that the poor reputation the restaurant had recently developed would burn with the building.
This plan would have worked almost flawlessly, except for one tiny issue. David Choo's Five-Star Dining was situated on the other side of the road from the police station, and unfortunately for Bald Ben, they watched him commit the insurance fraud and flee from the building. This of course meant that Bald Ben had burned down the building for nothing, and the newspapers would further tarnish the establishment's reputation when they reported this. A court order was of course placed on Bald Ben, but he never went to court so he wouldn't let that bother him.
He did have to explain things to his family though...
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