Restaurants, Kitchens and Bars... Oh my!Many years ago, I went out with a chef. Kitchens are merely vice dens with food. You couldn't move for people bonking and snorting coke in the store room. And the things they did with the food...
My personal vice was chocolate mousse - I remember it being very calming in all the chaos around me. I think they put things in it.
Tell us your stories of working in kitchens, bars and the rest of the nightmare that is the catering trade.
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chthonic, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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SteakWhen I was a wee teen, I worked in one of those roadside restaurant places, you know the big happy face with his hand in his mouth. Well it was closing up time. nearly all cleaned down, just waiting to go home after we have finished cleaning, when this guy walks in, sits down and orders a steak, all the staff are like bollocks, this is 5 to 11 and we want to go home. Well I cooked the steak, put a lot of effort into it and it was perfect one of the best I had ever cooked. It goes out to the customer, 2 mins later its back, the bastard ahs complained, stringy, to tuff etc. Well i think bollocks to you and get another steak out, and my collegues and I proceed to abuse this steak, kicking it around the floor, throwing it into the scrap bin, fag ash, the list goes on. Qucik dip in the fryer and then on the grill to cook. Steak goes out looking the worse for wear. We all sit there watching him tuck in, expecting him to stand up complain again and storm out. The bastard eats it all, and then says can I speak to the chef, I wander over and he says 'thats one of the best steaks I've had in a long time' and gives me a 5 pound tip the stupid bastard. The moral never complain in an eatery. I sure don't.
Apols for length and tenderness
(, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 11:19, Reply)
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