What does busy mean to you?
This is a picture from last week (when it was summer, now it’s back to being winter). At the beginning of the day, this little fridge is packed with skyscrapers of Cambros, three and four deep. We were trying to restock the Eastern station (the one that cranks out Chickpea Fritters and Egg and Eggplants) the other day after a huge lunch rush, and this was the only item in the fridge. One Cambro of pickled cabbage. Looks sort of sad sitting in there all alone, doesn’t it?