At Degree we know that anything that can go wrong will go wrong! This arms us to be prepared for every possible situation. So when the kitchen door suddenly falls off its hinges without warning or reason, we carry on regardless. When the Eftpos machines go down during a busy lunch time, we muddle through. When the water pipes burst at 1.30 in the morning when we have a full nightclub, we clean it up like water sliding very elegantly off a duck’s back!
I would even go as far as to say we laugh in the face of irony! We have the moment of “ten thousand spoons when all you need is a steak knife for the very impatient man sitting on table 24” at least three times a day.
This Friday the 13th however really pushed us to our limits. It started off with normal hiccups i.e. the member of staff who will not be named calling in with another outlandish excuse for being late. This can range from “my alarm clock turned itself off” to “my dog ate my bus pass” but as I said, we carry on regardless! Due to the stream of ghosts who reside in our electrics the tills suddenly turn off and the lights or music will not turn on and then unexplainably fix itself half an hour later with no reason. At this stage our doors opened and we cross our fingers that that will be it for the day. This particular ‘unlucky Friday’ continued with a long series of ironic, unlucky, unheard of situations that could only be described as acts of god.
It dawned on me that we had some Christmas fairy lights up that we decided keep because they look pretty and a broken mirror back of house from a catastrophe on Thursday night. Were we challenging every bad omen that we possibly could? Were we being tested by the gods of Bad luck because we pay no attention of respect to them?
27 minutes later, all fairy lights were down, all broken mirrors were out in the bin room. We were attempting to change a light bulb but due to unavoidably having to walk under the ladder the light bulb still remains unchanged! Any salt that got spilled (which as you can imagine happens quite a lot in a restaurant) was then thrown over the left shoulder and if any black cat were to come anywhere near the building on Friday I just don’t know what would have happened!
Now hopefully if you were with us at any point of the day on Friday the 13th of January you remained oblivious to what was going on and if you were that man on table 24 I’m sorry we kept you waiting for your knife!
I suppose the analogy is as long as we can still serve beer and burgers (or in this case a dozen buffalo wings and Friday flight cocktails) quickly with a smile on our faces when the beer batter hit’s the fan back of house then no one really cares!












