06/04/2026
What a strange night.
So that everyone is very clear on this, don't come into my place and mistreat my staff. I won't ignore it. I won't go with the motto of "the customer is always right". I won't call the police. I will definitely handle it myself. I don't care who you think you are. You walked into my dream, not me into your fantasy. There is a dictatorship here, and I'm the head dick.
That being said, if you disrespect my staff; you will absolutely deal with me personally.
There are very few jobs in our small town for young adults. I tell my staff all the time, "If you are old enough to get up and get your butt to work on time and earn a paycheck, then you are an adult".
Over the years, so many parents have brought me their teen sons and daughters and asked me to employ them. They know that I will not accept excuses and I will make them work for every penny that they earn. I look at my staff much as I do my own children. I make myself incredibly accessible to them, even if it's 2:00 a.m. on a Tuesday night. My entire staff is the only reason why I am successful.
Tonight, I had a group of construction workers come in and one of my younger workers came back into the kitchen crying. I went out to confront them and resolved it. It was a misunderstanding. It was resolved, but not without a little tension. Once I explained the situation to him, he agreed there was a misunderstanding and apologized. I apologized too.
Not even an hour later, one of my newest female team members told me that she was not comfortable going to a table outside anymore because the guys were asking her a bunch of questions that had nothing to do with the food. They were asking her how old she was. So I walked out to the group and explained to them that if you have to ask a young lady how old she is, she is probably too young for you to be asking that. One of them thought it was funny and was smiling and I asked him if he thought I was serious or not? Don't smile at me and think I'm going to be all happy about it. He apologized and said he only smiles when he's nervous. I said, all of these workers are literally like my adopted children. Disrespect them or you make them feel uncomfortable, and you're going to have to deal with me. I'm a mirror. You give me attitude and I will get it right back. You disrespect my staff and you're going to deal with a very pi**ed off me. That group apologized and then promptly left. Probably a good thing.
I swear I hate being like this. The entire staff was saying that my wife was in the restaurant very stressed out when I went outside. My wife remembers me surrounded by Long Beach Police department in the middle of the street well over 20 years ago when we first got married. Yeah, that's a whole other story.
Let's just keep it simple. When you go out in public to establishments, treat people with respect. They are just trying to do their job and help you. Things go wrong all the time. They are still just trying to help you. Be a good person and good things will happen. Be an as***le, and you have to deal with dicks like me.
My staff makes me much better than I ever am.
Remember, every day is a good day for race. The human race.
