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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KFC was simultaneously my best and worst jobThe job was nasty, especially in the kitchen in the summer. Free soda at 100+ fahrenheit makes one naseuous, and grease burns were plentiful.
But as some have noticed, a good kitchen staff makes all the difference, and this was filled with people with a sense of comradeship and some utter loons.
One high school employee was the son of a psychologist, and as with all therapists' kids, was bonkers (do they experiment on their own kids?).
One day he grabbed a handful of ketchup packets, cupped his hands around them, and told the young counter girls that he'd caught one of the mice. He turned to the spoiled daughter of a self-made millionaire (she was slumming by working there) and squeezed fast and tight, making the packets burst and the red squirt through his fingers. The girls, especially this princess, screamed horribly.
He didn't last -- I think he was taken away to a institution after being expelled from school for instigating fights. But I always did like him. He gave me all his George Thoroughgood albums because he figured CDs were the wave of the future.
(, Tue 25 Jul 2006, 20:09, Reply)
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