Here is the lead up to opening night:
Sunday: Pulled the smoker up to Dante's and fired it up around 7 am. I had a brisket to smoke for Dante's to use in our other POP UP place, tomatoes to smoke for Dante's itself, and my garlic & onions that were going in the beans. I got us started at brunch opening(which was terribly slow due to the Falcons-Saints), and left my assistant to run things while I went to go shopping. I had my cart loaded down with over 200 pounds of brisket, chicken, and pork not to mention about 500 dollars worth of other groceries and 10 cases of cokes. Keep in mind this is a cart made of steel that looks more like a long metal pallet on wheels and weighs about 10 times more than a regular grocery store cart + the weight of everything I had on it...well of coarse I had to roll that right over my smallest toe on my right foot. The same toe I broke 3 months ago on the same bone I broke further up the foot two other times and needed surgery for. Crushed it is a better term than broken. I can feel several bits of floating things around the part I know is re-broken. It required sitting in the store for 20 minutes icing it so I could just leave.

I went back to work and finished out brunch, but basically had to sit there icing it for the rest of the afternoon.
I went home, got my kitchen somewhat organized & clean, wrote down some notes, started soaking my beans, and went to bed. A couple of beers and a pain pill and :goodnightIrene:. Actually had my best night of sleep in weeks...so that was cool.
Monday: Foot is so purple around toe, I can see it is discolored in the 6am predawn light of my bedroom. I took some aleve, taped it up, had a coffee and got rolling by 7 am. Found out during this time while wife was readying for work that our eldest didn't have school & I had to watch him all day

. It was fine because he decided Mario Bros. was more interesting than what dad had to do in the house all day. He at least helped stir a couple of sauces later on
My wife's brother was quick to answer my plea for help I sent out due to my toe really slowing me down. He has been in restaurant work for many years, and I was lucky he had day off to come help. He & I made the following:
All the prep the beans needed minus the smoking of them part.
All the cabbage shredded & salted in cooler overnight.
Cooked a case of bacon the right way...in a pan...not a sheet pan in the oven. I'm a big hater of sheet pan bacon.
Prepped all my rubs
Shredded all the cheeses for the mac n chee
Made all four of my main sauces & bottled them
Cornbread batter, and roasting of the jalapenos and corn going in that batter later
Had to run to store a few times, and started dropping stuff off at Dante's including a bunch of peach wood.
Solid 8 hours of work together at a nice relaxed pace actually. I did about 3 more hours of stuff solo and went to bed by 930...3 hours earlier than my usual. I made sure to set both of the alarm clock alarms for a 430 wake up so I could have a nice cushion of time to get all meat on by 6 am after I got the grill warmed up. That is what I planned on anyway.
Tuesday:
I wake up at 530 looking at the clock and wondering why I am awake with no alarms going off? My toe hurt so bad and I was so groggy I didn't realize I was supposed to be up an full hour earlier. Once that realization set in I checked the alarm clock to see what the #@##$ happened...well the wife decided in her late arrival to bed that night that her alarms for after 6 needed to be updated.

After a quick expletive or too towards the wife (sorry honey) I ran out the door and raced down to Dante's.
In my rush to leave that morning i forgot 2 very crucial things. A lighter and my small pre cut pieces to get the fire roaring in no time flat. I got my chimney going anyway after taking it inside Dante's and lighting it off the stove after several failed candle attempts and got some wood burning. At least I thought I did. I was so stressed, tired, and rushed I forgot that you kind of need to open the dampers to allow that oxygen thing to get in the fire.

TRY AGAIN ########.
So my fire gets going & the smoker is ready to go by 715. No big deal. I have a little under 11 hours to cook all this now and things did settle down for me at that point. I spent the rest of the day at Dante's tending fire, and getting more M.E.P. ready for the last bit of cooking needed by the crew I had coming to help. I did of course have to get a few more runs to the store in, but was so well prepped, my day was pretty easy after the first minutes of freaking out.
Then my crew showed up to take over putting all the final pieces together for the sides. They are all cooks and my ex sous chef basically led them for me just on my notes. It was awesome. I was starting to get a bit stressed about the meat being done in time, but knew it would be ready near the opening so I was cool. Ends up the pork butts were not fully to temp until about 10 minutes before I opened the door...FRESHEST PULLED PORK EVER was the result of that.
I will go over how the actual night went in just a bit...but know every bit of opening night stress I had was over before I ever had a customer.