These Workers Don’t Need a Helping Hand

I spent a good part of Sunday sipping Reconquista-special Absolut Vodka martinis at Manhattan’s Bar Six, and although I noticed that 99.99% of the kitchen and boss-boy staff was of Mexican origin, I failed to realize that the excess of work has turned these poor souls into mutant, several-handed creatures.

Can somebody please give them a hand? (or maybe not.)