You Could Cut This Tension with That Kitchen Knife, in My Mañana Comes
by HAYLEY HUNTLEY up: "Cod, risotto, risotto." Jorge swings the plates from the kitchen to the busboys' table, clinking ceramic dishes on metal. Peter (the unofficial leader of the busboys' quartet) moves in for the handoff, hoists a full tray over his shoulder, and spins toward the dining room door. (When I worked in a restaurant, you'd yell, "Corner out!" when rounding a bend without view of who might be coming…