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.
( , Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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.
( , Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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Chip Monkey
I work in a Fish 'n' Chips shop. Apart from the fact that in the summer I have to work 6 hours straight in an air temperature of 40°C all of my cuntstomers believe that as I am wrapping up their dinner for them I must be as thick as pig shit (aside from the fact that I've aced all my exams and am on my way to a masters degree).
Our raw fish is stored in metal drawers and the juice collects in the bottom, usually this gets trhown away but on one occasion we poured it into a mug and dared the kitchen porter to drink it for £1...he did.
Another fun story of my job is in the autumn when the crane flies are about, my manager collects them in an empty pickle jar throughout the evening and then feeds them into the bug-zapper creating a burning stench which fills the entire premises.
( , Sun 23 Jul 2006, 17:34, Reply)
I work in a Fish 'n' Chips shop. Apart from the fact that in the summer I have to work 6 hours straight in an air temperature of 40°C all of my cuntstomers believe that as I am wrapping up their dinner for them I must be as thick as pig shit (aside from the fact that I've aced all my exams and am on my way to a masters degree).
Our raw fish is stored in metal drawers and the juice collects in the bottom, usually this gets trhown away but on one occasion we poured it into a mug and dared the kitchen porter to drink it for £1...he did.
Another fun story of my job is in the autumn when the crane flies are about, my manager collects them in an empty pickle jar throughout the evening and then feeds them into the bug-zapper creating a burning stench which fills the entire premises.
( , Sun 23 Jul 2006, 17:34, Reply)
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