Occasionally someone will ask me if I've considered
opening a restaurant.
The answer is always and emphatically no, for a variety
of reasons including lack of confidence (I prefer to call
it
healthy scepticism
) and no real understanding about how to stage an efficient
kitchen. If you all want to come over and eat the same
thing sometime between eight-thirty and ten o'clock at
night, well, then we're in business.
And while it is a pleasure to cook for friends and
family, one of the biggest reasons for not making a
professional endeavour of it is that : strangers + food = a
bunch of psychopaths, worry-warts and complete
nut-bags.
I learned this very quickly during the few brief moments
I worked in the
food service
industry and I don't, honestly, think there are any
exceptions. I also learned that I have no sympathy for the
kind of anxieties and peculiarities you're asked to suffer
when you serve people a meal.
Take the poor wanker at the bakery, yesterday, lugging
loaves of bread from the cooling trays to the front of the
store and forced to wear a hairnet on his beard. His
beard!
I know this may come as a shocker to some but if there
were really a
serious
health and safety issue involving facial hair and food we'd
have found out about it
long before we invented the hairnet!
I don't like hairy food any more than the next person
but, seriously, stop the madness.
The answer is always and emphatically no, for a variety of reasons including lack of confidence (I prefer to call it ) and no real understanding about how to stage an efficient kitchen. If you all want to come over and eat the same thing sometime between eight-thirty and ten o'clock at night, well, then we're in business.
And while it is a pleasure to cook for friends and family, one of the biggest reasons for not making a professional endeavour of it is that : strangers + food = a bunch of psychopaths, worry-warts and complete nut-bags.
I learned this very quickly during the few brief moments I worked in the industry and I don't, honestly, think there are any exceptions. I also learned that I have no sympathy for the kind of anxieties and peculiarities you're asked to suffer when you serve people a meal.
Take the poor wanker at the bakery, yesterday, lugging loaves of bread from the cooling trays to the front of the store and forced to wear a hairnet on his beard. His beard!
I know this may come as a shocker to some but if there were really a serious health and safety issue involving facial hair and food we'd have found out about it long before we invented the hairnet!
I don't like hairy food any more than the next person but, seriously, stop the madness.