Left out the part where he drapes the noodles over the side
The-Master-of-DeTox
Proper kitchen talk. Just doing your thing, casually mentioning abortion, then straight back to cooking.
Evil_Eukaryote
This made me genuinely laugh out loud because of how I right away imagined like 3 guys I’ve worked with where this conversation would have happened.
Zigs4Zags
My last job had an old golf club that lost the head and just had a pointed L shaped sharpened metal where the head would have been. We used it to pull down to-go boxes from the top of the walk-in or wrap towels around it to clean out the grease trap shafts. I affectionately dubbed it the “fetus terminus 5000.” lol
bLoo010
This is why I don’t want to cook anymore. I have met way too many people that share their personal philosophies/stories, and many of them I truly emphasize with. The outliers make kitchen work unbearable (I’ve encountered WAY too many people that wanted to talk to me about Flat Earth Theory, it even happened two days ago at my current spot). I don’t know if it can be different outside of kitchens, but I’m searching hard.
drsquig
I’m not really sure why, but wild ride of a story reminded me of the guy I worked with who told us he saw shadow people (from doing to much meth). This guy told everyone a little story that kind of took a wild turn like this weird abortion story.
Somehow all the rest of us got to talking because the guy was so weird, and figured out we all only knew a piece of the story. We put all of the pieces together and got the whole story. And he told one of us that it made the news, and we googled it. Sure enough it had made the news.
I wonder what he’s up to now.
IReallyWannaRobABank
One of the last conversations I had before leaving the industry for greener pastures was with the head chef and one of the servers about the profitibility of selling feet pics on onlyfans and whether or not leaning into furry content with ears/paws/tail would be more or less profitable.
Fortunately/unfortunately, the talk in my kitchen was much more tame. One of my coworkers was an older Ecuadorian immigrant who walked to the US decades ago for a better life for her daughter, and she used to tell me stories about the migration and life there, as well as telling me how to cook some of her favorite foods, which I’ve unfortunately forgot 🙁
LBobRife
Classic Henry’s Kitchen!
Appropriate_Tower680
This dudes name is Bobby.
He also steals shots of the cooking wine in ramekins, bending down so the cameras dont catch him.
He almost died of sepsis from an untreated exotic animal bite.
He chased the FOH secret Santa around the building when he got a fake “You Won 1,000,000” scratch ticket and screamed with joy that he could pay to get custody of his son now, before reading the back.
He would end his shift covered in so much flour you could bake him.
TackyPoints
Why cut it off there?!
mosthandsomechef
No notes. Perfect. Dude never lost a beat after totally losing himself in that story.
fen90der
We once hired a proper weird guy called Mike at a place I worked. I was showing him pastry and casually asked “have you lived in *my city* long?” And he goes “I came here to find my mum it took me 16 years to find her”. 2 weeks later he shows up to work crying and covered in blood so HC sacked him. He smashed the place up a bit, threatened us all and left.
There were two mikes, big mike and weird mike. Weird mike if you’re out there, I think about you a lot I hope you’re ok.
danbob87
I was working with a bloke who casually mentioned that his girlfriend was 30 years younger than him and addicted to both smack and crack the other day, like it was the most normal thing in the world
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Left out the part where he drapes the noodles over the side
Proper kitchen talk. Just doing your thing, casually mentioning abortion, then straight back to cooking.
This made me genuinely laugh out loud because of how I right away imagined like 3 guys I’ve worked with where this conversation would have happened.
My last job had an old golf club that lost the head and just had a pointed L shaped sharpened metal where the head would have been. We used it to pull down to-go boxes from the top of the walk-in or wrap towels around it to clean out the grease trap shafts. I affectionately dubbed it the “fetus terminus 5000.” lol
This is why I don’t want to cook anymore. I have met way too many people that share their personal philosophies/stories, and many of them I truly emphasize with. The outliers make kitchen work unbearable (I’ve encountered WAY too many people that wanted to talk to me about Flat Earth Theory, it even happened two days ago at my current spot). I don’t know if it can be different outside of kitchens, but I’m searching hard.
I’m not really sure why, but wild ride of a story reminded me of the guy I worked with who told us he saw shadow people (from doing to much meth). This guy told everyone a little story that kind of took a wild turn like this weird abortion story.
Somehow all the rest of us got to talking because the guy was so weird, and figured out we all only knew a piece of the story. We put all of the pieces together and got the whole story. And he told one of us that it made the news, and we googled it. Sure enough it had made the news.
I wonder what he’s up to now.
One of the last conversations I had before leaving the industry for greener pastures was with the head chef and one of the servers about the profitibility of selling feet pics on onlyfans and whether or not leaning into furry content with ears/paws/tail would be more or less profitable.
Fortunately/unfortunately, the talk in my kitchen was much more tame. One of my coworkers was an older Ecuadorian immigrant who walked to the US decades ago for a better life for her daughter, and she used to tell me stories about the migration and life there, as well as telling me how to cook some of her favorite foods, which I’ve unfortunately forgot 🙁
Classic Henry’s Kitchen!
This dudes name is Bobby.
He also steals shots of the cooking wine in ramekins, bending down so the cameras dont catch him.
He almost died of sepsis from an untreated exotic animal bite.
He chased the FOH secret Santa around the building when he got a fake “You Won 1,000,000” scratch ticket and screamed with joy that he could pay to get custody of his son now, before reading the back.
He would end his shift covered in so much flour you could bake him.
Why cut it off there?!
No notes. Perfect. Dude never lost a beat after totally losing himself in that story.
We once hired a proper weird guy called Mike at a place I worked. I was showing him pastry and casually asked “have you lived in *my city* long?” And he goes “I came here to find my mum it took me 16 years to find her”. 2 weeks later he shows up to work crying and covered in blood so HC sacked him. He smashed the place up a bit, threatened us all and left.
There were two mikes, big mike and weird mike. Weird mike if you’re out there, I think about you a lot I hope you’re ok.
I was working with a bloke who casually mentioned that his girlfriend was 30 years younger than him and addicted to both smack and crack the other day, like it was the most normal thing in the world
So random