Jan 05 2009
Tales from the Pot Sink
I’m back again for another wild and crazy story about my experiences in restaurants.
I was excited when I landed my first line-cook job, especially since I road the Executive Chef’s behind for 2 weeks until he would interview me since I was girl.
He had his doubts but, after a month of working the grill and making it to kitchen manager, his doubts disappeared. It was really hard being an 18 year old female working with all guys. He he
Trust me, I did what I had to do to keep the boys busy in the back even if that meant wearing a white tank top underneath my Chef coat and of course taking off the coat at night when I went to squeegee the floors.
Gentleman, I know you’ve had at least has one of these moments, admit it! Well, it happened to be my birthday on Sept 25th and I had planned a night out after work. Nothing special, just a trip to a local pub with some restaurant buddies.
As I did the last of my checklist for the next day and was ready to let the guys out, they started singing happy birthday. I was touched however, when the sous chef picked me up and threw me in the pot sink and hosed me down, I was screaming.
They has flour, ketchup and mustard bottles, tomatoes, fruit, and any other liquid lying around that wasn’t a chemical. They proceeded with their attack and by the end I looked like the swamp thing.
Well, you can just imagine what I looked like and I was so thrilled that I had to leave the restaurant that way but, in some insane twisted way, it was the guys way of showing me their love.
Aww, this memory will never leave me. lol
