About half way into my shift I spoke the entire butter roller on myself….
About half way into my shift I spoke the entire butter roller on myself….
by HashishChef
26 Comments
Odd_Sir_8705
Should have spoke to it nicer lol
TimelySheepherder939
Damn, nothing kills the mood faster than a case of butterleg. I feel for ya, man.
sickofserving
soak it in dish soap overnight then wash but don’t dry in the fryer before making sure it’s removed.
Moolah-KZA
I’ve had the same thing happen to me in the same outfit. I love when kitchens don’t have uniforms but hate having grease eternally embedded in my Shirts (double apron works wonders for prevention of minor grease issues though)
PercentagePutrid4720
At least it’s not raw chicken juice. Still feel for ya.
EatUpBonehead
Now you can just rub your shirt on the grill before you put them buns down
thecasualnuisance
Slick.
Intrepid-Constant-34
What’d you say to it
Stay_At_Home_Cat_Dad
After this, I would never speak to that butter roller again.
Wayne_kerr_0
So…you tried speaking with a mouthful of butter?
510Goodhands
Your skin will be a little softer though.
ToreyCMoore
I had something similar not too long ago. Sous chef of a different shift apparently left dirty dishes in the prep area. I needed that space for my own prep work. Thankfully, he didn’t think to drain out all the oil and chicken juices from the pans he cooked the chicken in. Being hotel pans with the draining pans I didn’t think much of it, picked it up and got two steps before finding myself absolutely soaked in old chicken juices, waist down just drenched.
Smokesumn423
That’s not advisable
Eber-
I’m sorry for your loss. That sucks
Jeramy_Jones
FuegoFerdinand
Ipse spoketh butteroso!
*Waves wand*
CommunicationLive708
BUTTER BOY! BUTTER BOY! HAHA LOSER!
boneologist
User error, you’re supposed to *butter other people up*.
mark-suckaburger
On the bright side you are free to commit crimes without police being able to hold on to you
Maxcool902
The difference between a good cook and a great chef is a pound of butter.
the1hoonox
Went right through the apron!
Anko_Dango
Heh. Butter fingers
DaWayItWorks
BenjaminMStocks
I was once carrying a stock pot of old, cold, fryer oil to the drum out back. Slipped going down the three stairs to the back door and half of it poured down my shirt, shorts and shoes.
We hadn’t even opened for the day yet.
Prestigious-Flower54
Two lessons here, aprons are your friend and always keep a change of clothes handy just in case.
26 Comments
Should have spoke to it nicer lol
Damn, nothing kills the mood faster than a case of butterleg. I feel for ya, man.
soak it in dish soap overnight then wash but don’t dry in the fryer before making sure it’s removed.
I’ve had the same thing happen to me in the same outfit. I love when kitchens don’t have uniforms but hate having grease eternally embedded in my Shirts (double apron works wonders for prevention of minor grease issues though)
At least it’s not raw chicken juice. Still feel for ya.
Now you can just rub your shirt on the grill before you put them buns down
Slick.
What’d you say to it
After this, I would never speak to that butter roller again.
So…you tried speaking with a mouthful of butter?
Your skin will be a little softer though.
I had something similar not too long ago. Sous chef of a different shift apparently left dirty dishes in the prep area. I needed that space for my own prep work. Thankfully, he didn’t think to drain out all the oil and chicken juices from the pans he cooked the chicken in. Being hotel pans with the draining pans I didn’t think much of it, picked it up and got two steps before finding myself absolutely soaked in old chicken juices, waist down just drenched.
That’s not advisable
I’m sorry for your loss. That sucks
Ipse spoketh butteroso!
*Waves wand*
BUTTER BOY! BUTTER BOY! HAHA LOSER!
User error, you’re supposed to *butter other people up*.
On the bright side you are free to commit crimes without police being able to hold on to you
The difference between a good cook and a great chef is a pound of butter.
Went right through the apron!
Heh. Butter fingers
I was once carrying a stock pot of old, cold, fryer oil to the drum out back. Slipped going down the three stairs to the back door and half of it poured down my shirt, shorts and shoes.
We hadn’t even opened for the day yet.
Two lessons here, aprons are your friend and always keep a change of clothes handy just in case.
Day is over, go home, try again tomorrow