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Eat it and beat it” was our mantra at Casa del Sol, particularly on New Year’s Eve. Sequined or flannel-clad patrons got here early and bolted by 9:30 to catch the fireworks — besides one evening in 1993.

It was a charged environment. Two hour wait by 5:30. The solely factor shifting sooner than Tina Hammaker mixing margos was her mouth; her skill to entertain, counsel and redirect employees whereas plying all the restaurant was unparalleled. She didn’t miss a trick.

Casa Fun Fact #16: If you’ve by no means labored in meals service, you assume a restaurant is the place you’ll be able to have an intimate rendezvous. I’ll shatter this phantasm: your server reads your vitality like a dime-store novel. The thrum of voices, clatter of plates, ring of the bell, laughter and mariachi music conveyed a false sense of seclusion. We didn’t acknowledge blind dates, whisper arguments, engagements, full-on breakups and love-affair spoilers — however we noticed all of it.

I had plans. By 9:45 my tables have been gone, and I used to be already dancing round. The kitchen turned up Shom, and we have been all singing Journey, “Don’t Stop Believing,” when 4 headlights pulled into the empty parking zone.

Two {couples} slipped as much as the door, clutching arms and guffawing. Petite Brunette. Blonde Pixie. Tall Skinny Guy. Expo Hat. I prayed they wished a drink. No such luck.

This quad requested desk 10 within the nook. I feigned deafness and sat them at desk three, in full view of the door, kitchen and bar — fishbowl eating stored them conscious we had lives.

Things appeared optimistic. Coats on, they ordered three Cadillac margos and a membership soda, and 4 rooster chimichangas (sure, I bear in mind). I delivered drinks and introduced out their scorching meals 11 minutes later. The laughing stopped.

“Actually,” stated Expo Hat, spooning pink salsa on 4 neatly organized flour chips, “we’ve got nothing until 11:30, so can we just hold those?” He pointed to the chimichangas. “Let’s slow this down. What’s the soup?”

My plans and my abdomen dropped in a tandem freefall.

“Sopa de lima,” I replied.

“What does sopa mean?”

Casa Fun Fact #37: Crossing right into a restaurant causes momentary cognitive failure. Symptoms embody asking what’s in a rooster burrito and whether or not darkish beer is darker.

“What’s in the Sopa de Lima?” his accomplice requested, ‘covertly’ rubbing her inside thigh beneath the tiled desk.

“It’s citrus and chicken soup,” I stated, noticing her glowing nails, “with shredded chicken, onions, tortilla strips and jack cheese.”

He nodded. “Four soups, and a Mexican Roulette — but we don’t want it all at once — and” he rubbed his stomach, “I need me some cow! Steak?” he requested his buddies. Cheers from the desk, licking salt and slurping margos.

I repeated their order: “Three carne asada — one rare, one medium, one well done — and huevos rancheros, eggs over easy?”

“Yes, and another round,” stated Petite Brunette. The leg rubbing continued north as I walked sloth-style towards the kitchen, 4 chimichangas on my arm like lengthy mitts, to learn my suicide order.

Casa Fun Fact #44: The server is liable for the benefit or problem of each order. If your desk orders steak, every a unique temperature, and huevos rancheros, your moments on Earth are quickly reducing.

I grabbed the second spherical from Tina. She leaned in, taking a look at desk three: “Something weird is going on — they keep changing seats.” I dropped the drinks and felt the dialog dim. Fireworks began over Lake Flower as I felt my tip slip additional away.

They ate like snails traversing mud flats. I hovered, snatching cleared appetizer plates, lastly delivering entrees at 11 p.m. Tina despatched shift drinks to the kitchen, and we began our eat-it-and-beat-it protocol.

Blossom grew to become the hostess with the least. She turned the lights up, the music off and cracked the door so a chilly breeze snaked throughout the ground. The kitchen noisily broke down and sanitized — pots and pans slammed with intention. As I quietly put chairs up on different tables, their voices darted round sooner. I caught, “…yeah, then why are you always checking him out?” I feigned deafness.

This eat-it-and-beat-it ejection labored relying on inebriation degree, and some pointed teams from Lake Placid or Upper Saranac Lake who thought they owned the place. If locals got here after 9, they tipped large and purchased the kitchen a spherical. Working folks know working folks.

I approached with their invoice. The ground and their expressions have been equally frigid. “Happy New Year!” They stared in numerous instructions as an echoing increase lit the snow-covered lake. I walked away and heard, “Then why don’t you just marry her then!”

I glanced again to see Petite Brunette pointing at Blonde Pixie. Silence.

“Actually,” stated Tall Skinny Guy, “that’s the smartest thing you ever said.” He held out his hand to Blonde Pixie.

“Trish, I’ve wanted you for two years.” Scripted, Trish slid onto his lap. They kissed and walked out holding arms, leaving their coats on the chairs.

The Petite Brunette meekly adopted in Expo Hat’s wake to the door. Tina, on her sport, stood in entrance of the already locked door. “Sir, your check?” The kitchen managers, Macho and Freddy, have been belly-up on the bar, and appeared menacing.

Expo Hat opened his pockets, threw three hundred-dollar payments on the bar, and handed one other to me. Four lives rearranged themselves between sopa de lima and carne asada. I had a fats tip and a front-row seat.

Casa Fun Fact #99: You by no means know who’s strolling via the door — or what story they’ll depart behind.

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Sopa de Lima

Original Casa del Sol recipe from Kitchen Manager

Murphy “Macho” Ryan

Ingredients:

8 cups water

1/8 cup rooster base

1 cup diced onion

5 oz diced inexperienced chilies

2 cups cooked and shredded rooster

2 cups diced tomatoes with their juice

1/8 cup lime juice

Directions:

Saute onions in olive oil till translucent. Combine remainder of substances and produce to a boil. Simmer 20 minutes. Serve with tortilla strips, sprinkle of jack cheese and a lime wedge. Taste and add kosher salt and pepper to style.