
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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in Clapham Junction, where one of the chefs was Croatia, formerly part of Yugoslavia.
At the time, Yugslavia was being torn apart by civil war, so when a group of rugger buggers came in one night and started to share their opinions of how 'those bloody gyppo Yugoslavians should kill each other and have done with it' etc etc, chef was non too impressed.
The loudest of the cretins requested the house special desert, lemon and lime sorbet with tequila, so chef, suffering from a terribly phlegm filled pair of lungs due to an encroaching cold, coughed up his own special lime coloured chewy sauce onto the boy's frozen delight. The recipient complemented the waitress on the meal....
( , Sat 22 Jul 2006, 23:09, Reply)
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