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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BorisA friend of my godfather's worked in a particular famous London restaurant in the late 70s.
One day soon after joining, he was scraping some raw rough cuts of meat into the bin, when chef shouted 'Oi, no! give that to me!"
Bit confused, he complied.
Further confused, he watched as chef stood on a box and swung a vent door to one side and chucked the meat in.
A few seconds later, the meat started moving.
Christ, thought my godfather's mate, he's keeping a bloody rat!
Er. No.
Because suddenly around the side of the vent curved a huge but slender hairy arm.
A cocking SPIDER.
HUGE.
Apparently, chef had been feeding it raw meat for two years.
The theory was it came in with some bananas and chef didn't have the heart to kill it.
He called it Boris after the Who song.
EDIT: I've heard a different version from someone, but after a bit of prodding discovered a couple of details had been changed when telling it to 'protect the innocent', as the chef in question still has a reputation to maintain... This is completely true, i promise, my godfather fed it himself once...
(, Sat 22 Jul 2006, 23:46, Reply)
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