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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indonesian food, amsterdam.The first time I went to lovely Amsterdam, my friend and I decided to try one of the multitude of indonesian restaurants. We ordered a mixed plate, which had whole squid.
I love squid.
However, we noticed when they said 'whole', they meant 'WHOLE'. No gutting, cleaning, nowt. Just thrown, complete, into a deep fryer.
My friend dared me to eat one, so I did.
I vomited solidly for two days.
The second time, my fellow traveller decided he also wanted to try indonesian food. Nooooooo, says I, but finally conceded. I played it relatively safe, and as there were no vege options on the menu, went for cod in some sauce.
I projectile vomited across the canteen tables in the Stedelijk Museum. The staff brought me a huge bin to carry on in. They were nice.
My Dutch cousin later pointed out how you never see your actual Indonesians in those restaurants, because for some reason the Dutch have taken a cuisine they don't understand or know anything about cooking but push on selling it to themselves anyway.
(, Sat 22 Jul 2006, 12:23, Reply)
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