One Forgotten Thing
Sep24
Not an exact analogue of this, but a long time ago, I was part of a restaurant that had a “grand reopening” after a kitchen fire that required some pretty massive repair. The restaurant was famous for its Chicken Fried Steak (and rightfully so, that shit was delicious).
The head cook completely forgot to reorder one thing for the grand reopening. Can you guess what it was? Yup.
Many unhappy customers for the next few days. The restaurant eventually failed due to this kind of bullshit. (My favorite, near the end, was when we had a prime rib brunch, and ended up with no prime rib at all.)
Ah, food service. How I don’t miss it whatsoever.
Army cook(with top secret clearance) and food service in college, don’t miss it either.
I’m afraid to ask but, what is the Army hiding in the mess tent?
I know you’d tell me but, then you’d have to kill me.
Then he´d have to feed you.
Make whatever disturbing conclusions that you want out of that.
Unspeakable horrors of culinary sort. Mostly involving soy and peas.
If you’ve ever eaten in the army mess, you wouldn’t ask the question.
[REDACTED] was to [REDACTED] what divine nectar is to pond water. [REDACTED] was a huge improvement on [REDACTED]. Getting out of training and to an actual posting came with yet another big improvement in the food. Then, one Christmas, a stranger at my table asked me whether the food there was normally like that. I told him it was sometimes better and sometimes worse, then asked where he usually ate. He replied: “The Officers’ Mess.” One of the great things about that posting versus the first two was being free to get a pizza delivered instead of having to eat in the JRM.
No, the pizza company wasn’t awesome.
“Our old Mess Sergeant’s tastebuds had been shot off in the war,
But his savory collations add to our espirit de corps.
To think of all the marvelous ways.
they’re using plastics nowadays,
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!”
-Tom Lehrer
“‘Once it goes up, I don’t care where it comes down, that’s not my department’ said Werner Von Braun”
Gotta love professor Tom.
Told the mess officer on my ship that the “corn had been cooked to within an inch of it’s life” on complaint form. He ordered me to his office and asked if I’d like to spend the rest of my tour on the mess deck and I replied that I’d had enough of food service already and had gone to school to avoid having to work in it anymore. Boy, that really pissed him off.
I was subs. We had really good food on board(for the first two weeks)
It’s funny that you mention the polished concrete floors. I work at a place with painted unfinished (ie rough) concrete floors. You can’t even sweep them….
Getting a memory error about wordpress better security plugin. (I can’t access gmail from here so I can’t send an email) It’s asking for over 256megs of memory.
Fatal error: Allowed memory size of 268435456 bytes exhausted (tried to allocate 29097940 bytes)
Looks like the fix is discussed here: https://wordpress.org/support/topic/plugin-better-wp-security-fatal-error-allowed-memory-size
Regards
-drmike
They just released an update to the plugin. Lemme know if you get it again.
This is the kind of stuff you never hear the end of. 50 years down the line… “Hey remember that time you forgot….”
It never ever stops.
Don’t forget the bullets and other shooting accessories, Mick!
i’ve built a number of restaraunts and it is insane and not hard to forget stuff like that.
My comment would be “I’ve been BUSTING ASS building a place to sell guns…” I doubt restocking a gun store from scratch could be done with fewer than a couple hundred phone calls.
Food service not being missed: copy that. Fucked up industry. Nobody wanted to greet the owner because one day in ten, he’d walk in the door and fire the first person he saw.
I’m pretty sure there will be guns by the time of opening, otherwise it would be like Cheese shop skit, and that was already done here.
Which is worse, forgetting to order the guns or ordering them to soon and having some of them stolen from storage? Do you remember when that happened to the Cabela’s they built north of Fort Worth?
Also, I completely agree on food service. I’ve had friends suggest that I become a professional cook. None of them have worked in such a situation. I have. So, I tell them why I say no to that.
Kitchen work… So many stories, so many nightmares… From the “Chicken al dente” (Half cooked) that didn’t get the guy fired, to the comment “I cook. I don’t wash dishes!” that did.