Calling all folk who have worked in a kitchen: what's the most horrific shit you've ever seen happen in a kitchen? Whether it be related to a complete lack of sanitation, fellow cooks losing their shit, or kitchen accidents? Genuinely interested in what you guys have seen.
This happened to me about a year ago >be a fry cook at some shitty chain restaurant that shall remain nameless >fryers are clogging as usual because nobody cleaned them before the dinner rush >drain them all and wheel the oil pump to the vat in the back lot >start cranking the hot oil into the vat >suddenly I hear movement from within >turns out there was an opossum in the oil vat >it somehow flings itself out like a fucking olympic pole vaulter >fur and skin is being seared off the poor bastard as it scampers away at high speed >notice it beeline towards the propped open door to the kitchen >oh fuck >manager just so happens to be passing by as it runs inside >immediately drops the plates of food in his hands and grabs a broom >the opossum is somehow still alive and kicking >not for long >it's trying to hide under a kitchen cart >"you can run, but you can't hide" were my manager's exact words >manager beats the everliving shit out of it with the broom >each whack flings bloody chunks of oil and fur everywhere >it's finally dead >literally looks like a pitch black hellspawn that's been turned into roadkill >manager makes me clean it up To this day, simply remembering the smell makes me gag. I wish I took a picture.
>be a bartender for a shitty themed restaurant >one day notice a strange black van outside >windows are blacked out >parks itself real close >bring it up to manager and waiters >no one takes me seriously >"oooo, spooky, maybe its the x-files!" >van disappears one day >next day the kitchen staff don't turn up >turns out they were all busted for being illegals Damn Brazilians, man
Nolan Foster
>not one single mention of a local concert >390 goddamned covers in a single night not including the 23? walkouts between two cooks >two fucking cooks handling jackasses that flood a sit-down restaurant and want less than ten-minute meals At least we have something to brag about. Other than a walk-in cooler and four-reach-ins crashing from overuse. Hell, even the fucking grill got cold from meat being fully packing the thing; we stopped counting orders and were just grilling, roasting, and frying shit by the time it was over. We only had like 2 sirloins and 3 very nice patties left when we were done though.
Also, last time I went to a concert I thought things out so this is evidence that most people are retarded.
Hunter Williams
>most people are retarded Yes, yes they are.
Levi Adams
>be 20 as a food prepper in a bank campus >Decide to stay and help Chef deep clean the kitchen >move massive industial size fridge to find a tennis ball sized conglomeration of roaches >wemustexterminate.exe >Chef has bright idea to trap the roaches in an enclosure and pour bleach on the area >itsfuckingbrilliant >stand in the killzone as he pours bleach on the wall >c-c-chef theres a socket there >chef pours bleach over the socket and a loud POP follows with sparks >i breifly get electrocuted yelling my best "fuck" in years >mfw chef didn't realize what had happened
Parker Stewart
I've seen a kitchenhand fall in the grease trap. The Chef was extremely drunk and threatened to rape me. The half-retard dishwasher escaped into the dining area to bum smokes off patrons. I saw a customer vomiting in our drystore. A rat got decapitated by a trap, we ended up putting the head in the Chef's apron pocket. There were extra rape threats that night. I seen shit from a busted toilet drip down the walls of a dry store. I've seen a mad cook break down in the middle of brunch service, completely incapable of working. I had to take over, at fourteen years old. I had been washing dishes for my uncle's friend. I've been so drunk at work I couldn't even speak. I've had sex in a kitchen, after hours. Twice, come to think of it. I've gambled my whole paycheck, multiple times.
I've given up working in kitchens.
Joseph Cook
rekt
Christian Martinez
I was a technician in a kitchen in south africa where they cooked tripe all day, smelled like death
