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Friday, April 15, 2011

Chocolate Fishy Goodness

This is a repost. Last night at my job, I learned that someone I work with is also a Bennigan's survivor so this post is in his honor. Even though he has no idea this blog exists.

We have all found something in food that should not be there haven't we? If we find a hair in our salad at home, we simply remove it and go on eating, assuming that the hair is our own and not from one of the people at the grocery store who stocked the produce. However, when someone finds a hair in their food at the restaurant there is absolutely no way that it can be anyone else's hair except the waiter. And they freak out. I mean, it's a hair. Get over it. Some people act like it's a poison that is going to burn their throat if it gets anywhere near them. But a hair? That's nothin'.

I worked at a place once where the kitchen was full of douchebag cooks who got a kick out of making the servers miserable. Theoretically, it was Bennigan's in Houston, Texas on Shepherd at Highway 59, but it really could be any restaurant in the world because nine times out of ten, the kitchen is full of douchebag cooks. Anyhoo, one of my tables had ordered the delicious and freshly thawed Brownie Bottom Sundae Death by Chocolate Creamy Fudge Pie or whatever the fuck they called it. My table called me over because they had found something in their dessert that was neither chocolate nor brownie. Even I was surprised at what was before my eyes. I guess the dessert "chef" was pissed at me for having a more fulfilling life than him and he was seeking vengeance. Under the ice cream and covered in fudge, there was a fish tail that had been cut off from the deep fried crispy catfish. A fucking fish tail poking out of the gooey chocolate goodness. There was no way to deny it. It was not a hair that I could suggest was one of their own or a bug that only proves that out produce is "unbelievably fresh." It was a fucking raw fish tail in their dessert. I stifled laughter because even though I was mad that this asshat cook was fucking with my tip, it was pretty funny. The table was all upset about it and blah blah bah, but you just tell them that the next dessert is free or you give them a coupon to buy one plate of nachos and get another one for half-price, and they get over it real quick.

I never acknowledged it to the cook because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I saw him staring at me trying to gauge my reaction, but I gave him nothing. Well nothing except a glob of mayonnaise under the door handle of his car, but other than that, nothing.

7 comments:

Angela said...

wow! I love the fact that you got the chef back with mayo, it's the perfect revenge. I have never found anything in my food. I have served food once that had a little tiny worm in the salad that the girl was eating, but really that's pretty minor compared to a fish tail..

Mary A. said...

That sounds like something they make you eat on Silent Library. I love that show.

Tony Van Helsing said...

Did they taste the chocolate/fish combination? You could be onto a whole new taste explosion here.

Practical Parsimony said...

Messing with the cook is the best. I love to NOT give people the satisfaction of knowing the power they have to be annoying!

AGL said...

Sneaking out to the employee's parking lot, in the middle of a shift, to saran-wrap his car right before a snowstorm is a cold revenge. Not that I have ever done that before. . . .

Practical Parsimony said...

AGL. oooh, good idea...if it ever snowed here enough to amount to anything.

L.Voss said...

I would have beat their asses, that was your tip and they could have made such a huge scene that could have been even worse.

I would have done more than mayo but kudos to you for remaining reserved