Finally !Here is a forum for servers, chefs, dishwashers, bus tub haulers, managers and even owners to review the customers and discuss your experiences in this industry. Front of the house and back of the house. Being a FIB myself ( FOOD INDUSTRY BURNOUT) for over 30 years I have served and worked along side the good , the bad and the very, very ugly.
So lets pull back the curtain fully on just what it is like serving the public for your wages.
With the insane proliferation of restaurant review sites our world has become onesided landslide with petty people slamming every little bump.( Okay some are justified.)
There are a few review sites that actually prey on establishments, oh yes the do.
Post meal drunks in surly mood spewing about a fork you dropped at the table or a water glass that sat unfilled for 20 seconds. A chef who was unable to afford his drug of choice to keep him propped up for another 14 hour weekend shift and falls to the floor and cries like a baby during the rush. Oh yes siree we have a million stories. We also have stories about happy experiences,those few little blessings that get tossed our way , to nurture us a little while longer. Do you have a few extrordinary kitchen stories taking up some burned out memory? I do!
This career is one I love and maybe you do also.
This page isn't meant to be loaded with bile filled rants but a sharing place of the good, the bad and the hideous. The absolute micro pettines of public, non industry reviewers these days inspired me to set up this page.
SO LETS LEVEL THE TABLE A BIT! "Got a rag?"
Funny and shocking kitchen stories get extra kudos.
Specific Forums will develop in time and a link to the main page being set up now.
Along the way we may even be able to share some advice on matters.
As this page develops we will be offering prizes like LTT apparel and even gift certificates.
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Here is a recent one I experienced in crazy Potland , or. when lived an worked there.
ReplyDeleteThanks fo having this blog fo us.
So this 65 yr+lady keeps coming in and saying our menu MUST BE "GLUTEN FREE DIRECTED".
She keeps coming in and not ordering the few good items we have on the menu that are GF. Noooo Not satisfied with that. All staff take notice tht she is always in a state of extreme nerves. Then she starts calling our owner with threats that se isgoing to keep 300+ people in the area from patronizing the restaurant until SHE IS HIRED to change and re-design our menu. Oh yeah, real threats now email daily.
Then one day she comes in very obviously trying to hide her face. Sunglasses, hat and scarf. She orders an item, sits down, it is delivered perfectly and promptly during a busy lunch rush. One minute later she begins making choking noises loudly. She says she has an allergy and she says in a fake choked voice 'I am poisoned'. Now remember this day she never said a word about an allergy at the order station. She asks for towel and begins wiping her face while asking 'Where is the nearest hospital? I have allergy". Not being specific at all. She asks us counter staff to call her an ambulance..then as we grab the phone she says "Forget it" and storms out .No one on staff has said a word to her but follow her instruct for a towel and stand by concerned. Completely disrupting our pace at lunch rush. We all say loudly after she exits 'COOKOO, COOKOO" much to the amusement of some regulars who have seen her about. 2 Hours later a VERY NASTY review is forwarded to the resturant owner to read. Chi, ching , she hit us.
I was working at a big downtown Chicago restaurant in the position of sous chef
ReplyDeletewhen a murmur came through the restaurant back to the kitchen that Joe Pesci was at table 78 with some girl. I had to check it out, even though we were slammed. I changed into a new white chef coat and sauntered out towards the dining room. I mean, Joe Pesci! Goodfellas!
I walked towards the table and sure enough, there was Joe. As soon as I got close enough to make eye contact with him I knew I had made some sort of horrible mistake, because he was giving me one of those looks which said very plainly "Don't even think about it, pal."
I mean, I had the feeling that if I got any
closer he might have picked up his fork and taken one of my eyes out just for laughs.
So I turned back around and headed back to the kitchen, new chef coat and all. Leave the guy to his meal and his girl.