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Not Prince Hamlet

"Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse."

The Waiter Chronicles: Angry Chef

Thursday, July 26, 2007

"Six months ago I would have kicked your [expletive deleted] ass. Then I would have kicked him out of the restaurant. I didn't train twenty years for this!"

The chef is gesticulating wildly, glaring at me and raising his voice, even as he excuses my taking of a bad order.

The gentleman wanted the antelope, which is served either with a nice porcini mushroom sauce or a lovely fig port wine sauce and comes with some roasted potatoes. The gentleman opted for the fig port wine sauce, only, he didn't want the potatoes, he wanted penne pasta. When asked what kind of sauce he would like on the pasta, he looked confused.

"I thought we decided on that. I said I wanted the fig port wine sauce."

"Oh," I explained, "that sauce comes on the antelope. You can pick a pasta sauce for the penne, like a pomodoro sauce or a carbonara--" he cut me off.

"Let's just do the same sauce on the pasta as is on the antelope."

Now, that seemed weird to me. But I figured I should give the guy what he wanted. Wrong move. As soon as I showed it to the chef, he clenched his fists and exclaimed, "F-ing disguisting!"

Chalk it up to learning: don't let people put a sweet sauce meant for meat on their pasta.

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posted by Not Prince Hamlet, 7:12 AM


interesting that though the angry chef has trained for 20 yrs, it's only been the last 6 months that he's learned to control his emotions according to his rant.
so, wonder what enlightening event happened in the past 6 months that has allowed him to temper this apparent larger-than-life insult.
wonder what he'll be like in the next 6 months - probably floating on a bed of air.
commented by Blogger KP, 12:27 PM  
He seems to have accommodated himself to the very un-Italian tastes of the wealthy white people of southern California.

He's still has enough integrity in his profession to be incensed by an episode like this, but he doesn't have the will to do anything about it anymore. Except yell at the waiter.
commented by Blogger Not Prince Hamlet, 2:45 PM  
NPH, you should go back and check out "Big Night." The missus and I watched it a few months ago, after having watched it in college solo. There's a scene in the movie that's almost exactly what you wrote in your blog. If I didn't know you as an upright and outstanding citizen, I'd have called you a plagiarist...you should check it out.
commented by Blogger T 0 3 1 A 5, 11:09 AM  

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