- Is this the THP version of No Reservations?
I started my first food service job as a dishwasher when I was 13 years old. Technically before I should have been legal to work in a restaurant. It was only two weeks and then I had the work permit..... off and running.....
I don't have a whole lot of stories but here's a couple of classics--
In the little mom-n-pop cafe where I started, the old owner (Clarence was late 60's when I started there) liked to smoke cigars. There was an ashtray perched on a switch box right next to the exhaust fan over the fryers. Stoogies always on the burn there. The waitresses would have an ashtray perched on the ledge right above the dirty dish area where I was working. They'd take two puffs...then leave the ciggy smoldering right in my face. It's amazing how "accurate" a dishwasher can be when "splashing" about in the scullery sink.
I worked at Northern State "Multi-Service Center" for a while. In it's heyday, Northern State Hospital was one of the industry leading facilites for medical science. Anyone who wanted to learn the proper procedure for how to do a lobotomy came to observe at Northern State. They'd moth-balled the lobotomies by the time I went to work there, but all the tunnels and sugery rooms were still there. The campus housed 3 different programs, a Job Corp, a court-committed drug and alcohol recovery program and a low-risk mental patient program. We served 500-600 people per meal between the different programs. We kitchen workers always said it was a thin line from one side of the serving line to the other.
One incident---I know, I'm a horrible person for having this kind of a twisted sense of humor...but here's how the converstion went...
Wally was one of the mental clients. Timid, sweet, and always wanting to help and please, he worked hard at his kitchen cleaning job. He was so courtious and did not want to make trouble for anything. Well, one day..trouble happened....
Wally had his plate of food on his generic food service tray and went over to the drinks island. Don't know how it happened, but on this day... Wally's glass of milk got spilled onto his tray with his food plate. Wally came up to the serving counter, very upset, with tears on his face, so upset about the whole milk situation.....
and it was all I could do to not say...."well, there's no use crying over spilt milk".....
I just took him over to the dish room and got him a fresh tray...Wally was OK .........
One of our older kitchen ladies was lifting a case of canned peaches off a cart and commented "OOFFF That weighs a lot!" I looked at the case package and told her- "No Wonder. It's 'Peaches in Extra-heavy Syrup' "
What can I say, I love a good pun...
One former waitress did the Heimlich Procedure on a customer choking on steak. She'd gotten the training while working at my cafe. That was pretty cool.
One other nasty story is when a customer pulled a Bandaid out of their soup. EEEEWWWW!!!!!!!!
Ok enough feeble restaurant stories.
TB- looking for more info on your new gig. I'm sure others know more as I don't follow all the threads. Kick Them Young Twerps Collective Asses!!!!