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.
( , Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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.
( , Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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McDonalds Hot Log
After a few pints one night I stopped by McD's for one of their new hot dogs they were doing at the time. I'd had one too many, so I was swearing at the staff, complaining of the speed of service and my belly was demanding to be fed.
At the top of my voice I shouted "If I don't get my dog within the next 20 seconds I'm going to drop my draws and place my plonker on the counter". It was at this moment I could sense some bad vibes coming my way from the staff.
My order came, I opened it up. Some wise guy had placed a turd in a bun (complete with ketchup, mustard and onions) instead of a dog. I was too shit faced to remember so I didn't complain, but I was pretty sure I hadn't ordered that.
I smelt it...ate it...enjoyed it. Yep, the shit was defnitely human, but wether it had came from the customer toilet or from a member of staff was open to debate, my only thought at the time was thank goodness I hadn't stood on it.
To be honest I couldn't tell the difference between it and the normal crap I get from there, still, in the following days I had great fun in playing 'McDonalds dump or Lt Columbo dump, only you can decide' everytime I went to make a chocolate eviction.
( , Sat 22 Jul 2006, 19:20, Reply)
After a few pints one night I stopped by McD's for one of their new hot dogs they were doing at the time. I'd had one too many, so I was swearing at the staff, complaining of the speed of service and my belly was demanding to be fed.
At the top of my voice I shouted "If I don't get my dog within the next 20 seconds I'm going to drop my draws and place my plonker on the counter". It was at this moment I could sense some bad vibes coming my way from the staff.
My order came, I opened it up. Some wise guy had placed a turd in a bun (complete with ketchup, mustard and onions) instead of a dog. I was too shit faced to remember so I didn't complain, but I was pretty sure I hadn't ordered that.
I smelt it...ate it...enjoyed it. Yep, the shit was defnitely human, but wether it had came from the customer toilet or from a member of staff was open to debate, my only thought at the time was thank goodness I hadn't stood on it.
To be honest I couldn't tell the difference between it and the normal crap I get from there, still, in the following days I had great fun in playing 'McDonalds dump or Lt Columbo dump, only you can decide' everytime I went to make a chocolate eviction.
( , Sat 22 Jul 2006, 19:20, Reply)
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