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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Meezban TandooriI used to live above an Indian / Pakistani restaurant in Finsbury Park. Two fond memories spring to mind:
The toilet in our flat was right above the tables and there was a hole in the floor. When taking a shit it was quite possible to see exactly who was in the restaurant below.
The most memoriable moment was when my flat mate was looking out the window at the back of the flat down on to the garden where many of the vegetables were stored. He quietly whisphered that I should come over to the window and check out the strange lady out the back. I wonder over to see a woman of African origin pulling up her skirt and squatting right by the onions. She was there for quite some time, until finally she stands up and walks off leaving behind a steaming hot turd! We never ever ate in the restaurant.
(For those of you who live in North London - it is on Stroud Green Road)
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