Slingin' Hash Late at Night

Last night I worked my first server training shift. I was a little disappointed in myself that I got brain-freeze syndrome as soon as my trainer got triple-sat early in the evening. He was a very experienced and calm fellow and it didn't faze him, but I freaked. By the end of the evening I was feeling more comfortable, although I hadn't taken the step of actually taking anyone's order. I mainly greeted and "flagged," answered a few questions, got extras for people, ran a few plates, and bussed my ass off. I've spent a large portion of today trying my best to familiarize myself with some of the very basics of the menu - some of the stuff I saw Tyler (last night's trainer) get asked multiple times, like what kind of breads the sandwiches can come on and what our salad dressings are. I'm actually much less scared of selling wine and liquor, because if there's anything I know, it's alcohol.