Coolangatta

We were working hard at our bikini business and we didn't have a lot of time to make meals so we ended up going out for quick meals at restaurants. Our favorite restaurant was called The Mexican Garden. A Mexican American woman owned and operated the restaurant which had great food but poor service. The Chicana's ex husband ended up becoming one of my best friends. We would eat and drink at the restaurant while we listened to people playing the guitar or some other coffee shop type of performers. We had a lot of fun, especially with her ex.

The restaurant however was not doing well. The owner's habit of yelling at customers and generally mistreating the customers brought the place to the verge of collapse. When she finally announced that she had to close the place, her husband asked me if I could help him turn the restaurant around if he offered to buy it from his ex wife. I agreed to help him if he made one rule first. His ex had to stay out of the restaurant entirely unless we specifically asked her to be there. She agreed since she was going to lose everything if she did not agree to stay out.

I helped him rewrite the menu. She had low ala carte prices and high combination plate prices. That made people order off the ala carte menu and they ended up with lower total bills. We wanted them to spend more money so we raised the ala carte prices and made the combo plates cheaper. That made the combo plates seem like a better deal. The average bill total more than doubled. Since it essentially cost us the same to sell a single taco as it did to serve a large combo plate because rice and beans were so cheap the restaurant suddenly started making very good money. We also retrained the staff so that they were friendly and helpful instead of grumpy bitches. I also got the no parking zone in front of the restaurant changed so that people could park easier. We started to have contests to make the restaurant a fun experience also. We ended up packing the place.

One contest we offered was a hot chili eating contest. Anyone could bring in the chili of their choice and challenge other chili eaters to eat them. The customers then voted on who looked the coolest eating the hot chilis. It was pretty funny sometimes. One kinda weird little guy brought in a little tiny Japanese chili and he challenged our big Hulk Hogan look alike champion chili eater. They were going for several rounds with no clear winner yet when the shy little guy went downstairs to use our rest room. Suddenly we heard an ear splitting scream and the entire restaurant turned with concern on their faces toward the horrible sounds coming from down the stairs. The little guy came running up the stairs screaming his head off totally naked without his pants on at all fanning his dick with his hand and he ran through the restaurant into the kitchen with everybody laughing at him now. He ran over to the dish washing station and pushed the dishwashing girl aside and jumped into the big sink. He ran water on his dick while he screamed and swore his head off. Tears were streaming down his face. We were all laughing so hard we couldn't do anything to help him. The dishwasher girl jumped in to his rescue by pulling him away from the water and rubbing handfuls of dry flour into his dick and balls. That sight just made us laugh even harder. Customers were crowding into the kitchen laughing. As the flour absorbed and dried up the burning chili oil on his dick he started to calm down just a bit and started to look up at all of us laughing hysterically at him. He had the look of a deer in headlights as he sheepishly climbed out of and down from the sink he was standing in. He hugged the girl that had saved his dick from burning completely off and then he took a small dish towel and sheepishly worked his way through the laughing mob of people to go get his pants down in the rest room. He quickly snuck out of the restaurant crying when he came back up the stairs with his pants on. I didn't worry about his bill. I figured the entertainment value we all got out of his misfortune of touching his dick with the hot chili oil all over his hands was worth a few beans and some rice.

I refocussed my attention on my bikini business after the new owner of the restaurant was able to run it himself. We still partied there regularly.