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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HawI learnt how to say "hurry up, motherfucker" in Russian, blagged numerous free créme brulées, sang Derek & Clive songs and met the oddest assortment of people ever, from pierced punky pastry-chefs, Polish, Russian, German, French and South African immigrants and clinically insane be-pierced boy-racers to BBW-loving chefs and the obligatory insanely attractive French waitresses, all of 5 feet. Nothing too remarkable.
Except, apparently, one of the waitresses was second-in-line to the throne of Burma, or something. One of those odd little countries.
Not suprised she was a waitress, I though Princesses were meant to be beautiful and charismatic and all that. I seem to recall her being what you'd say a typical female Bingo-player looked and acted like.
(, Sat 22 Jul 2006, 23:07, Reply)
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