Violence in the Professional Kitchens? Really? Is this stuff for real or of just fables and spun tales?
My friends, violence in the professional kitchen is all part of being a dish washwer, prep cook, line cook, chef whatevers. Violence can happen in any way shape or form.
Here are some examples.
1. The line cook fools around with one of the hottie waitresses, the boyfriend finds out, and makes it a point to visit the line cook loverboy in person during his shift as he's making a Hollandaise sauce for the Eggs Benedicts on Easter Sunday. He'll show up un-announced, mad as hell, and kick the cook's ass, tossing him outside by the dumpsters, whereupon security comes flying in with their golf carts and yellow lights flashing, only to be disappointed because the perp is long gone, and the chief of security is wondering if they will ever get faster golf carts.
2. The waiter doesn't like the presentation on the mahi mahi plate, he yells at Jorge the Mexican cook that just started. It goes something like this:
Waiter: Hey Fuck Head!
Cook: Huh?
Waiter: Hey Fuck Head, look at this shit, the sauce is dripping off the sides of this fucking plate you stupid ass, do it right!
Now, this language is frowned dupon by us Christians, but I have to do this to have the full affect. Let's continue.
Cook: Hey men, don't yell at me men...
Waiter: (Tosses a fork at the cook) Fuck you, I can't serve this. (then proceeds to go behind the counter to the hot stove to have a talk with the cook) Do this shit right man. do I have to draw a picture? Apparently you can't understand English!
The cook sees that the waiter is making an attempt to visit him, the cook grabs a cleaver and takes a swing at the waiter's head, just missing his neck.
Waiter: (Petrified) Hey man, what the hell?
Cook: You come beck heer, an I will keel you!
Waiter: Hey man.... we can work this shit out alright? My name is Scott, Scott Miller, what' s yours?
My friends, violence in the professional kitchen is all part of being a dish washwer, prep cook, line cook, chef whatevers. Violence can happen in any way shape or form.
Here are some examples.
1. The line cook fools around with one of the hottie waitresses, the boyfriend finds out, and makes it a point to visit the line cook loverboy in person during his shift as he's making a Hollandaise sauce for the Eggs Benedicts on Easter Sunday. He'll show up un-announced, mad as hell, and kick the cook's ass, tossing him outside by the dumpsters, whereupon security comes flying in with their golf carts and yellow lights flashing, only to be disappointed because the perp is long gone, and the chief of security is wondering if they will ever get faster golf carts.
2. The waiter doesn't like the presentation on the mahi mahi plate, he yells at Jorge the Mexican cook that just started. It goes something like this:
Waiter: Hey Fuck Head!
Cook: Huh?
Waiter: Hey Fuck Head, look at this shit, the sauce is dripping off the sides of this fucking plate you stupid ass, do it right!
Now, this language is frowned dupon by us Christians, but I have to do this to have the full affect. Let's continue.
Cook: Hey men, don't yell at me men...
Waiter: (Tosses a fork at the cook) Fuck you, I can't serve this. (then proceeds to go behind the counter to the hot stove to have a talk with the cook) Do this shit right man. do I have to draw a picture? Apparently you can't understand English!
The cook sees that the waiter is making an attempt to visit him, the cook grabs a cleaver and takes a swing at the waiter's head, just missing his neck.
Waiter: (Petrified) Hey man, what the hell?
Cook: You come beck heer, an I will keel you!
Waiter: Hey man.... we can work this shit out alright? My name is Scott, Scott Miller, what' s yours?
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