Now take some masking tape and cover the tickets part…
One can earn the dunce cap in a kitchen, but when you walk in with one… just…
majanave
Nah that’s hilarious
rock0head132
he he this would have been me LOL
IdentifiesAsUrMom
That’s hilarious I’d wear that too
Fuzzy_Firefighter_51
But can he COOK? Lol. That’s the important part.
SimpleMannStann
He’d probably crush at Waffle House.
sasha-laroux
I swear the most beast line cooks are illiterate 😂
Chefs_Steel
True story.
My first professional kitchen job in 1991 was at a 4 star 4 diamond boutique hotel in Coconut Grove, FL. I started as a banquet cook as an intern while going to culinary school.
I was all gung ho and very excited to learn as much as possible in the kitchen and saw that the hot line for the restaurant was where the action was.
After I got my feet wet so to speak in doing banquet prep, cooking, and plating, I would always ask the Chef at some point when he was going to put me “on the line”.
So finally after about a couple of months he figured I was serious about my desire in third field and finally said after a banquet, “go over to the grill station” and hang out with JoJo.
By this time I already knew all of the kitchen staff so I just sauntered over to grill and let JoJo know that Chef sent me to him so I could learn grill station.
I had some hot line experience but nothing like this and never on grill. My previous experience had been at a mom and pop Italian restaurant with pizza oven, and small saute station, that’s it.
So I look at the grill and it’s full of steaks, lobster tail, chicken breast, etc. And I ask him how he remembered all the temps and how to know when the proteins were at the right temp. He replied, “you just know” lol. I was like, no way JoJo. He just laughed and said, “you’ll see.”
Now JoJo was a cool cucumber even on the busiest nights where the tix rail was full and the printer just kept printing. I never saw him get flustered or lose his cool and just kept the food pumping out perfectly.
One night after a particularly busy Friday night I was talking to Chef and was commenting on how smooth JoJo was and how he always had everything ready to plate when called for and never missed a temp or item when called out.
Chef then says to me. You know JoJo can’t read right? I thought he was joking at first because I could not fathom it. He restated, yeah he can’t read, he REMEMBERS EVERYTHING I call out. I was floored but then it kinda made sense.
JoJo was from Haiti, grew up in poverty and never had a proper education and worked all his life. This man who was about probably early 50s at the time could blow me away on grill and had a photographic memory and mad grill skills. Hence why I write this because “Can’t read tickets” post.
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Now take some masking tape and cover the tickets part…
One can earn the dunce cap in a kitchen, but when you walk in with one… just…
Nah that’s hilarious
he he this would have been me LOL
That’s hilarious I’d wear that too
But can he COOK? Lol. That’s the important part.
He’d probably crush at Waffle House.
I swear the most beast line cooks are illiterate 😂
True story.
My first professional kitchen job in 1991 was at a 4 star 4 diamond boutique hotel in Coconut Grove, FL. I started as a banquet cook as an intern while going to culinary school.
I was all gung ho and very excited to learn as much as possible in the kitchen and saw that the hot line for the restaurant was where the action was.
After I got my feet wet so to speak in doing banquet prep, cooking, and plating, I would always ask the Chef at some point when he was going to put me “on the line”.
So finally after about a couple of months he figured I was serious about my desire in third field and finally said after a banquet, “go over to the grill station” and hang out with JoJo.
By this time I already knew all of the kitchen staff so I just sauntered over to grill and let JoJo know that Chef sent me to him so I could learn grill station.
I had some hot line experience but nothing like this and never on grill. My previous experience had been at a mom and pop Italian restaurant with pizza oven, and small saute station, that’s it.
So I look at the grill and it’s full of steaks, lobster tail, chicken breast, etc. And I ask him how he remembered all the temps and how to know when the proteins were at the right temp. He replied, “you just know” lol. I was like, no way JoJo. He just laughed and said, “you’ll see.”
Now JoJo was a cool cucumber even on the busiest nights where the tix rail was full and the printer just kept printing. I never saw him get flustered or lose his cool and just kept the food pumping out perfectly.
One night after a particularly busy Friday night I was talking to Chef and was commenting on how smooth JoJo was and how he always had everything ready to plate when called for and never missed a temp or item when called out.
Chef then says to me. You know JoJo can’t read right? I thought he was joking at first because I could not fathom it. He restated, yeah he can’t read, he REMEMBERS EVERYTHING I call out. I was floored but then it kinda made sense.
JoJo was from Haiti, grew up in poverty and never had a proper education and worked all his life. This man who was about probably early 50s at the time could blow me away on grill and had a photographic memory and mad grill skills. Hence why I write this because “Can’t read tickets” post.
I remember you JoJo.
I NEED THIS