ten-courses of stress, burnt hands, and a bit too much love for a British soap opera

Last night, I served and helped prepare a ten-course dinner and lived to tell the tale.


Every quarter, the class that runs the dinner service at the restaurant at my school has to prepare an end-of-quarter dinner for the faculty and staff. Usually, they put together a few courses, the teachers eat, and they leave.

We decided to be overachievers and do a quasi-traditional early 20th century English formal dinner based around the best show on television…Downton Abbey. Continue reading