I remember grillmaster in a busy but crowded breakfast venue.
Chapel , NC. All students could walk there there.
These guys sweated hard in the morning.
Crowded, confused, and jumbled for seating
This place had the rep for best hash browns.
With a bit perseverance, some wait, and some jostling
We took seat at the bar behind hashbrown grillman.
He was also in charge of the bacon
which he managed with heavy iron presses
and flipped extra fat to hash browns.
Armed with two 12" spatulas he danced across grill
Turning taters or bacon when needed.
He worked from the right to left.
Right third was bacon, left bulk was hash browns.
Two clangs of steel when HB order was called for.
One to cut, separate it
Next to remove it and platter it.
Praise to the rhythm of such adept grillmen.
And he never los pace when I asked for extra crunchy
He just clanged it on toa sweet space on his grillspace.