Restaurant on the corner

It seemed as if everyone who had worked with Rock thirty years earlier at a restaurant on Fayetteville's Dickson Street were still on staff. Rock sat at the restaurant's bar late at night, well after closing, with two waitresses he remembered and a cook named Kevin he had known well.
One of the waitresses reminded Rock of how badly his brief stint as kitchen help had gone.
"I remember that," Rock said. "I couldn't get anything right."
"No kidding," Kevin said. "Almost everything you sent out got sent back