It was one of those days (I forget which one) when my Mob started drinking way before noon. Who cares...we were on island time.

We were all hungry, and ready for some world class Caribbean ribs and chicken.

Problem was...the cook (pictured below)...hit the chair, tapped out, and burned the shit up.

Anyway, we never saw him again.

Later, we learned he was the number 2 grill man, and the number 1 grill man had taken drunk a week earlier and no one had seen him since.

Damn - must be something going on with cooking and drinking.