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Are you a chef? Cooking with heat? Dish it out! Tell us your stories (good and bad), menu creations, etc.

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(This was created so TB could tell us about his new job. But all chefs, please chime in!)
 
and you know that how??? :lol: and we don't want to talk about a certain mason we know who has nipple rings and vacations at all-inclusive resorts in Jamaica.....

my former boyfriend has a PA
 
D'y'all love me?

No really.

Do you?

Kill me.

Please.

I had to work with the owners wife today. She's a really sweet gal but has no business being in the kitchen. She worked or was supposed to be working across the prep table from me taking care of the cold side. Yak yak yak yak yak and more yakking. I have my back to her as I work the saute' pans, griddle, and fryers. I try to put it all on auto-ignore but I still hear the Charlie Brown muffled voice. Whah whuh, whuh whuh whuh whuh whuh. For the love of all thangs holy on this earth please shut the f**k up!!! I'm working here and don't have time to listen to you about where your sister in-law works or about your stinkin' nephew's high school dance.

Meanwhile back at the ranch.....

I have about 8 tickets I'm ready to rock on. Then I see a small tidal wave rolling across the kitchen floor. The damn fool dishwasher whom lets all manner of food stuff's, sugar packets and general detritus go in the sink and down the drain and ultimately to a common trap with the dish machine, decides to empty his entire middle sink. Well the trap was clogged and I sheeit you not but ALL 20 GALLONS of the crap water came rolling across the kitchen spreading everywhere and then out into the hallway to the dining room.

Beautiful.

f**king beautiful.

Meanwhile back at the ranch.....

I'm in the weeds now. I'm literally working like I'm on the ice of a hockey rink. Tickets are backed up with more pouring in. More fun begins. Some girl friends of the owners wife decide to pop in the kitchen for a little girly chitty chat and right where the owner/husband and the dishwasher are scrambling to mop up all the water. Somehow I manage to keep my sheeit together and blaze through tickets. I'm rockin' like a hurricane. Next 'thang I know and 2 more pop in the kitchen for some quality girl on girl chitty chat bang bang. "Heeeeyyyyy girl!!!! How you doin'????" That's when I slammed a saute' pan down on the prep table. "I'm going to get a f**king hammer and nail that Got damn door shut!!! I'm working here and we're in the weeds. While you're getting all cute with your friends your CUSTOMERS ARE WAITING ON THEIR FOOD!! WHAT IN THE f**kING f**k???"

Meanwhile back at the motherf**king ranch.....

"Oh hey, I'll be leaving here in a few minutes at 11am. I have to go get things ready for the party. Are you and your wife going to stop by? It'll be so much fun!" Nope. Sorry. Can't. I'll be too busy opening my veins with that crappy rusty can opener over there. Don't worry, there won't be too much blood loss, since most of the life has already been sucked out of me this morning. Tsunami's and faux pax cougar's going around smelling each other's butt's while I'm trying to cook and do prep at the same time really takes it out of a guy.
 
Damm bro. Sounds like a job we were on a few weeks ago trying to grout their shower. The owner and her sister playing the chitty chatty bang gang whilst watching us work. She's all "ooo look at this" and "ooo look at that" her sister: "oooo, ahh ooo ahh"
GET THE f**k OUTTA THIS BATHROOM!!!

All I can say is, Get them to get you some floor mats to be standin on so you don't have to be wearin Birkingoloshes.

It's still fun as hell tho, yes? :D
 
I'm having a hella' good time man.

Just not with the owners wife.

She's really a sweet old gal but when working with her I just wanna' spit up blood.

And I won't have those stinkin' mats in the kitchen.

They're just an excuse for cooks not to keep the floor clean.

They're big rubbery breeding grounds for bacteria n' sheeit and they stink.
 
We had to take them out every night and Steam Pressure wash them while the floors got the same treatment. And bleach.
They were slippery as shit by the end of the night in front of the fryers especially. Comfy tho.
I worked at 4 other restaurants after Anthony's HP, and none of them got the white glove inspection every night like Anthony's.
In fact one of them was called Triples, I don't know if you remember the AGC building on Lake Union, but it was on the ground floor.
I quit there after 3 days because of the disgusting filth. I should have never left Anthony's but I was poached by corporate to go help open their new joint called Chinooks. Should have stayed at the Home Port...
 
Better day today. The owner/wife worked front of the house. Still, today was high on my weird shit-o-meter.

Chicken Fried Chicken which itself is just stupid, I mean just call it Fried Chicken right?

Wrong.

On the ticket they write Chicken Fried C.

For Chicken Fried Steak they write CF Steak.

Why not just write CFC and CFS?

The sheer amount of whatthef**kery amazes me.


True story.
 
Oh hael yes! Fish fried Fish and chips and french fried french fried chips. fried.

sounds almost as good as Clam steamed Clams, with bread baked bread to sop up the clam juiced clam juice.
 
Couple of chefs that came to darwins for the James Beard Celebrity Chef Tour

TB might know a couple of em

most of you should know at least one

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Is the guy with the black apron that Aaron Sanches from Heat Squeakers? That's the only one I recognize...


















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