I hate pineapple pizza but this chef missed what cooking is about: satisfaction. And if pineapple pizza satisfies someone out there, it’s the chef’s duty to do it.
Oh, for fucks sake! No, my friend, as part of the hospitality sector, your OBLIGATION is to make people enjoy their meal, stay, whatever. It’s the ONLY REASON FOR THE EXISTENCE OF YOUR JOB. Also, I’m fucking tired of the whole chef worship. You are a fucking craftsman, not an artist. You are not a brain surgeon, a rocket scientist, Picasso. You just found a way to make pea foam taste like lobster or some other little TRICK.
I’ve owned a restaurant, BTW, and the first thing I drilled into my employees when they came on board was that their job was to make the customers day better.
If a customer, who pays your fucking salary, wants pickles on ice cream, you give them pickles.
It’s not that simple. What if the chef is Saudi and the customer asks for bacon and he refuses because it’s against his religion to use pork? Would that be an acceptable reason for refusing or would he have to violate his beliefs because some idiot wants something?
It’s not that simple. What if the pharmacist is Catholic and the customer asks for birth control and he refuses because it’s against his religion to use birth control? Would that be an acceptable reason for refusing or would he have to violate his beliefs because some idiot wants something?
There’s no art if there isn’t an audience. At most there’s someone playing with clay, letters, paint… or food. And my mother taught me to not play with food.
I hate pineapple pizza but this chef missed what cooking is about: satisfaction. And if pineapple pizza satisfies someone out there, it’s the chef’s duty to do it.
I see you aren’t a chef. Culinary arts is a chef’s expression. Any chef with self-respect can refuse what they consider culinary blasphemy.
It’s a restaurant not a church.
Oh, for fucks sake! No, my friend, as part of the hospitality sector, your OBLIGATION is to make people enjoy their meal, stay, whatever. It’s the ONLY REASON FOR THE EXISTENCE OF YOUR JOB. Also, I’m fucking tired of the whole chef worship. You are a fucking craftsman, not an artist. You are not a brain surgeon, a rocket scientist, Picasso. You just found a way to make pea foam taste like lobster or some other little TRICK.
I’ve owned a restaurant, BTW, and the first thing I drilled into my employees when they came on board was that their job was to make the customers day better.
If a customer, who pays your fucking salary, wants pickles on ice cream, you give them pickles.
It’s not that simple. What if the chef is Saudi and the customer asks for bacon and he refuses because it’s against his religion to use pork? Would that be an acceptable reason for refusing or would he have to violate his beliefs because some idiot wants something?
Some “idiot” wants something… that’s on the menu?
See how this works?
How about some other stuff member do that, not forcing and fireing the ona who can’t?
Sounds great until the other chefs are out sick and some “idiot” (again, your words) orders something on the menu.
Having principles can be tough, but the time to exercise them is when choosing a job in the first place.
There’s no art if there isn’t an audience. At most there’s someone playing with clay, letters, paint… or food. And my mother taught me to not play with food.
Blasphemy? I shit on the cross.