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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Hell's AngelsI used to work the occasional weekend for a friend of mine who ran a veggie catering stall - I was the cook.
One year we paid a fortune to trade at Glastonbury and one fine summers even we setup stall and started trading. Business was brisk (how I'll never know. Veggie burgers taste like shite) and we soon had a rather large queue.
Then there was a disturbance at the front of the stall. A large mob of hairy-arsed Hell's Angels had turned up and muscled their way to the front of the queue.
"Oh shit" I thought. "They're going to rob us, smash the stall up and demand protection money. We're fucked"
Seeing that I was the biggest bloke on the stall I felt duty bound to deal with these rapscallions myself. I stepped to the front of house and looked at them, quaking inside, sure I was due a beating.
"Can I help you?" I asked the leader expecting the reply "Give us all your women and money and we'll let you live"
"Err - can we have 12 cups of Earl Grey please" says the leader, a dead-ringer for the Missing Link profferring a 20 quid note.
WTF? Hells Angles and Earl Grey?
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 10:34,
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