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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Woof plop tea...I only worked in food-service for a few days, it was at St James' Park when Newcastle United played at home. I didn't really see anything malicious, just that the unsold pies and pasties were re-refrigerated after the match and rolled out again for the next home game (maybe two weeks later). This wasn't done once, the slower selling varieties were wheeled out for a minimum of three home games.
But that's not my story,
I worked a crappy admin job for a couple of years with a supervisor who was a real lazy prick and sat on his arse while I did all of the work alone. In the 'office' there were very basic tea/coffee making facilities of which the prick made regular use. I was well aware of the routine of making a brew, then rinsing the spoon / mugs under the tap before replacing them on the tray ready for the next use. One Sunday i started work and noticed the smell of shit so checked my shoes and found I needed a 'poo-stick' to scrape out the smelly mess from my boot treads. Since I was annoyed at having to work Sunday, and he'd been getting on my nerves all week, I took 'his' spoon and used it to scrape my shoe clean before wiping the lumps off (paying care to smear them all over the spoon) and replaced it ready for Monday mornings 'first brew'.
I've never told anyone of this, just smiled to myself every time I saw him drink tea since.
(, Mon 24 Jul 2006, 11:50, Reply)
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