Chef told me a story of his restaurant days I’m the 80s. They had a tray of coke in the drop down ceiling in the bathroom.
Only rule was if you did a line you had to cut and get another ready for the next person.
Accessed by standing on the toilet and getting in the ceiling.
This story, among others, made me go “yeah fuck this I’m gonna get out of food service”
Everyone I respected looked like they’d rather be anywhere else. You gotta be a dude with a whisk tattoo to put up with the institutional abuse of food service. Hats of to you insane fucks.
Chef told me a story of his restaurant days I’m the 80s. They had a tray of coke in the drop down ceiling in the bathroom.
Only rule was if you did a line you had to cut and get another ready for the next person.
Accessed by standing on the toilet and getting in the ceiling.
This story, among others, made me go “yeah fuck this I’m gonna get out of food service”
Everyone I respected looked like they’d rather be anywhere else. You gotta be a dude with a whisk tattoo to put up with the institutional abuse of food service. Hats of to you insane fucks.
2000s, oxycontin, break room but other than those little details hard same