
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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Does this count?
Hellish Summer job 3 years on the trot.
Saw Some sights....
A guy who loaded the tomato topping into the hopper, spilled a load down himself, filling his wellington boot, so he took off his wellington, and tipped the contents into the hopper.
The cleanup crew (who by definition were filthy fuckers) dumping their Simian paws into the cheese/pineapple/onion and munching away, pausing only to spit it back into the tray.
Rats in the storage area.
maggots in the flour, which was then turned into pizza bases.
Would name the brands to avoid....but that wouldn't be fair would it.
( , Mon 24 Jul 2006, 11:58, Reply)
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