5311 Weslayan Houston,
January 2004–As you walk in, the pig cowboy with a sheriff badge and cute cowboy boots and his hands ready to pull out his gun at you just catches your attention as you walk in the noisy restaurant and you just know that you have entered pig land. The Flying Pig, Home of the High Flying Pizza an ideal family restaurant. Families come in and out so merrily two, five, nine even twenty at a time. The hostess, Jae awaits anxiously at the door and greets the incoming group of people with her sweet looking face and captivating smile and says, “ Hi, how are you today, Welcome to the pig where we are the proud home of the high flying pizza, would you like to sit at a table or booth?”
While the waiter excitedly waits to get the new table and greets and asks you for the drink orders while Pancho our most preferred bus boy comes out of the noisy and crowed with irritated waiters that want their food with our most famous bread sticks topped with butter and parmesan cheese that everyone just loves and demands for more, with a warm smile on his face! The journey back into the loud kitchen that the waiter experiences after taking the drink orders and in most cases the food order is like no other, you go from checking how the other tables are doing to pre-bussing the plates and things they don’t need on the table to tripping on the little kids running out like wild from the Pig Pen (the game room that is) to seeing how the college football game or the baseball game on the television overhead is doing to entering the kitchen finally. The waiter tries desperately to find an open computer to plug in the order while another waiter comes in and is yelling or excited and high fives another co-worker because he or she has made a phat tip and is rubbing it in your face, the people around just can’t help but to laugh or just nod and smile at them. The waiter plugs the order and just wait for it and meanwhile see if you got a new table to serve. Waiters toss and throw the trays onto their places for the other waiter that might need it. You hear another waiter yelling “side of ranch”, and the kitchen staff jamming to Latin music.
The best kitchen staff any restaurant would ever want, makes the food as quickly as possible and so delicious. People fun to mess with, ask them please and they will make you anything you ask to them to eat. The bus boy goes and gets the hot and wet plates and the freshly clean silverware out from the hot and musty dishwasher room and wipes them down dry with his white rag to fill the tables that have been used and have left. There will always be a waiter stressed and raging in from the front and asking everyone for help on the order and someone throws him a milk from the cooler and some taking out his salad out to the designated table.
The dishwasher is in the back filled with mountains of dishes to wash, and takes a sip of his cold icy water because he is hot and sweaty and needs to cool down a bit. Meanwhile, on the other side of the noisy and exuberating restaurant you will find Natalie, the cashier taking calls and taking pick-up orders next to the loud frozen bellini machine dripping a little because it was just used or going and eating our bread with a little side of ranch and rushing back again to receive the calls coming in and wiping her sensual lip glossed lips, I guess that is what keeps her figure, I don’t know that’s all she eats, she is sure to grab your attention with her silky blond hair and her ocean blue like eyes; she is bound to keep you staring. Steve the manager always checking that everything is being done right and checking that if anyone needs his assistance, if not then he goes into the back to play solitaire on his computer in his office, where the storage room is close by and the delivery boys are taking boxes out to fold to put the pizzas in for delivery and pickup. Sometimes while they don’t do anything they play with the ice and throw the slippery ice-cubes to everyone in the kitchen irritating them. Once their order is up they hurry and prepare the order and make sure everything is there and nothing is missing, so that they don’t have to come back and return to an angry customer, customer satisfaction comes first, always.
In the front middle part of the restaurant the island where the stellar crew of pizza makers stand and prepare the pizza they toss and throw the dough into the air giving us the name we have and having the amused kids and adults staring at awe of how exciting the experience is. The pizza pro provides the little kids with pieces of dough and they pretend to do the same as the pizza maker does, but it ends up landing on their little red chubby faces. You should see it for yourself it is so cute! There are actual flying pigs flying in circles hooked at the top of the ceiling, it seems that the little wings are going one hundred miles an hour. People love to see them and we also sell them, they go and go. The waiters are the pride and joy of the rambunctious restaurant. We try our best to give our customers the best service ever. The pig has a great reputation about that. The waiters just see how the hours pass as so do the mass of people that was just there.
It’s called the six to eight thirty gold rush at the pig the busiest of the hours at the restaurant where you really are running apart from yourself but always manage the tension and pressure of getting everything on time and correctly, it is like everyone decides to come in at the same time where the hostess just has to start to make a waiting list and since the customers are loyal they will do anything to stay and eat their meal there no matter how long the wait is. They just order a glass of our finest wine, draft or bottled beer from the bar and sit or stand to watch to game on the television, drinking their wine with elegance. You can hear soft rock coming out of the speakers from the ceiling speakers, which it has proven to sooth the customer right down to the core of their soul. The vibe is the greatest everyone gets along. The waiters help each other in taking out any food that is up and if they are not doing anything and do the favor. Customers leave satisfied with the great service and especially the great food they just ate. The waiters see what the others are up to, to see if they are not sharking tables meaning that, they take all the tables it is a little game that we all play one each day, no one really gets mad. The manager while checking the sales that the restaurant has made and pours himself a beer, you see the cashier doing the side work required to be cut to go home, she has to sweep but since she is really ditsy but sweet she always gets someone to do it for her. With a thank-you she goes about her business and leaves.
The pig starts to empty out and you hear the voices of the little kids running around and falling and starting to cry and the customers yelling out to the waiter to get their attention. The place has a lot to say after a hard day of work. You hear the oven in the kitchen roaring and really feel the hot vapors coming out of it, you hear the dishwasher in the back whistling and the water being sprayed onto the dishes. The closing waiters start to wipe down the waiter stations and drain the ice tea and coffee. They order a pizza or pasta and go and eat in a table and compare and contrast they earning and most of all their tips. Talking away what experiences they had or what they need to do once they get home, like homework or some other things. They start to pull the wooden seats and staking them on top of each other. You hear the clashing of silverware that the dishwasher is organizing just for you so that we can roll into napkins for the morning. The manager starts to dim the lights and turns the music up a little to make to time there a little more enjoyable. A few friends come in and just like to spend time there while they wait for you to finish your shift to go out and hang out. They usually order a little something to eat while they wait. The kitchen staff is mopping the floor and cleaning out the ovens and cooking utensils. The experience of going into the restaurant is great and now imagine working there you go threw a lot of nice encounters. Every little detail that happens at the pig we all appreciate it and take it to heart because everyday is something new and exciting. With the Flying Pig only being open for three years the restaurant has an excellent reputation, being rated the noisiest but not irritating and making you feel right at home with your family restaurant and also best Italian food in West University. We have free delivery and the delivery drivers make sure that the order is on time and correct, having happy hour from three to five pm everyday customers come in and enjoy the company of our staff and we of theirs. With really complex painting the customers stare and smile at the cute drawing and also the chalk boards promoting the lunch specials with little cute pigs drawn on the.
There are a large variety of pigs they range from waiters to cowboys regular ol’pigs to the flying pig, piggy bank which all the employees have drawn on it and so on. I like to consider it the best, happy and most enjoyable pigsty in the world. You won’t find quite a good-looking pigpen full of pigs as good as us. With the most convenient location, if you live a little far from the boundaries of the pig it is so worth coming out of your way to come and eat there and enjoying the most amusing experience you’ll ever have. The restaurant is a really cool place to go and eat not only because I work there but also because the service is so great, it is like no other, I know because I make sure of it myself. Our customers come and go pleased of being there. The atmosphere there is really just laid back and customers even stay for hours they just don’t want to leave the place. The food is great adding our own little taste to Italian food the customers just fall in love with the pastas, po-boys, salads and pizzas. It is definitely one of the best little restaurants in Houston and everyone should tryout sometime soon. Bring in your family or your significant other it is great for dates. They will love it and love you even more for bringing them there. The Flying Pig, Home of the Flying Pizza will be waiting for you to come to pay them a visit. Maybe in the near future you might have to go out and eat and so please let us be in one of your considerations at least and try us out. Trust me you will not go wrong in coming and paying the pig land a little visit.