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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A while back
I was working in a rather shitty little cafe down south as a summer job just before going back to uni. It provided money, but drained me of any will to live.
Anyway, after being given the highly honoured responisbility of locking everywhere up on my last day's shift I was told quite frankly that all the extra time I'd suffered there was to go unpaid. Dastards.
So in seeking revenge I cleared everywhere up, emptied the till and finally did the washing up as was necessary. I then super-glued all the plates together and then glued them all into the cupboards as well as making sure all the salt and pepper shakers where firmly glued to the tables. I truely wish I'd been there the next morning to see the looks on all their faces.
( , Wed 26 Jul 2006, 15:20, Reply)
I was working in a rather shitty little cafe down south as a summer job just before going back to uni. It provided money, but drained me of any will to live.
Anyway, after being given the highly honoured responisbility of locking everywhere up on my last day's shift I was told quite frankly that all the extra time I'd suffered there was to go unpaid. Dastards.
So in seeking revenge I cleared everywhere up, emptied the till and finally did the washing up as was necessary. I then super-glued all the plates together and then glued them all into the cupboards as well as making sure all the salt and pepper shakers where firmly glued to the tables. I truely wish I'd been there the next morning to see the looks on all their faces.
( , Wed 26 Jul 2006, 15:20, Reply)
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