I guess I shouldn’t say I can’t…
could they be any cuter?
I’m watching Gordon Ramsey’s “Kitchen Nightmares” and… holy fuck. The kitchen in this particular episode is, well, I came close to making a run for the bathroom. Blech!
I’ve worked in two restaurants, and while I can personally vouch for their cleanliness (only during the period I was employed there - I make no such guarantees now), I often wonder about other places. Even though I’m an accountant by trade, I did learn a lot about kitchen ops and how to run a dining room. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that stuff out. I can’t cook, I don’t even pretend to, half the time we can’t agree on what we want to eat, I’m at the gym during dinner time most nights, and it is much easier/cheaper for us to eat out when we’re home at the same time. (We throw out more food than we eat. When the numbers are run, it just makes sense.) That doesn’t mean that I don’t know the whys and hows of a clean kitchen. It also doesn’t mean that I can’t use google when I have a question.
How do these restaurants get that bad? How do you not realize you’re selling rotten tomatoes? GREEN chicken?
And let’s not even discuss the financial situations these guys find themselves in because half of them don’t recognize just how freaking HARD it is to run a business, let alone a restaurant.
*sigh*
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My Cabin Pressure fan fic is coming along. I ended up surprising myself and discovered that I’m OK with writing (admittedly very vanilla) intimate scenes between two men. Again… nothing graphic, definitely NOT PWP, and the only lemon is a traveling one.
Guess I should add that to my resume, yeah? *grin*