>mfw a group of hungry human individuals walk into my food service establishment which I filled business paperwork for to own and operate in order to request the preparation of consumables to the specifications layed out in the edibles catalogue I wrote based on the years and dollars I spent training in the art of cullinary craftmanship in exchange for the exact amount of legal tendure I wrote down on said menu>plus tip
>>219095623If you haven’t worked in a kitchen you’ll never understand
>>219095623>my linecook the minute his shift ends
OK, I'll make it as easy for you as I can. I'd like an omelette, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce, and a cup of coffee.A number two, a chicken salad sand. Hold the butter, the lettuce, and the mayonnaise, and a cup of coffee. Anything else?Yeah, now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a cheque for the chicken salad sandwich
>>219095998Civies don't get the sacrifices we make. The fine line we stand on defending their freedom fries from tyrants that would deny them their extra habanero spicy zinger sauce. And even when they take for granted the blood, sweat, and tears we shed for their Nashville Triple Patty Bacon Sliders, it still feels good knowing we served our God and country (and birthday party of 7) that day.HoorahSimmer Fry
>mfw there's a gang of angry violent white men outside my beef cafeteria
>>219095998He's only fit to be a personal chef. Even then he complains about being overwhelmed if he doesn't want to hire help and delegate.
>>219095998>>219097352Thank You for Your Service
My grandad was in WW2. He saw action in the pacific. Real nasty shit, his buddies dying malaria, dysentery and typhoid on top of getting blown to bits by mortars and artillery.He told me that he only truly understand service and combat once he got home and got a job at a local diner. The Guadalcanal campaign was nothing compared to flipping 200 burgers during the friday night dinner rush. Stabbing a Jap to death with your bayonet, watching the light go out of his eyes and picturing the agony of his mother back home was NOTHING compared to managing a fry station.He'd get this thousand yard stare, glazed over look when talking about his time in the service in the restaurant. From that point till his death he'd always salute the waitstaff and back-of-house whenever he went to a restaurant and thank them for their service.
>>219096295>me every single day after my two tours at chilis
