You have to understand Lenny is the kind of guy who will give you a terribly exhausted sigh if you ask him for anything, even during a blackout. So this was great watching, I only saw through the window, because I was sweeping.
The best moment though involved Val. Somehow he got a hold of one of the propane torches we use to light the side grilles, and for crème brulée. He started lighting tea candles (little tiny tea candles in comparison to the torch) and all it did was blow them out, the torch was too strong. Instead, he brunt the tops of the wooden showcases I was working at. Then he felt compelled to try and cook hard rolls with the torch, he did, he did it so well, that the roll caught on fire and he tossed it out into the parking lot saying: “Watch out for flying French bombs!” Dear lord, this man must have been on amphetamines again.
Yeah I thought I should jot down that memory too. ~Sues~