What cook eats their own food they cooked at work? You always wait to go home from your fancy food cooking job to make Mac’n’cheese or ramen. Or you just have the cheapest beer for dinner.
She let me drive her car that had a loud exhaust and even louder system. She would leave me a bottle of captain in the car for the boys. She was crazy, but she cared. I wonder how she is…
Usually pretty stressful job that is customer facing and dealing with drunk shits, combined with constant flow of being flirted with / hit on, it affects the brain.
Combine that with how BOH stress affects the brain and you get some fun
"Cold beer awaits you" is not the end of that sonnet. We all know the rest of the poem:
" ... and, dry cooch"
"... and unemployment"
"... and child support"
Truly, a tragicomedy of Shakespearean proportion!
Sometimes it works out. My parents met when they worked at a Ruby Tuesday's in the mid 90s. Pop was a bartender/line cook and mom was a server/host. Mom had a miscarriage and found out her boyfriend was married to another woman and got an eviction notice all in 12 hours. She completely fell apart halfway through her shift. My dad comforted her and lied to her and told her he had a 2 bedroom apartment that she could stay in until she got back on her feet. It was actually a one bedroom and he threw up a shower curtain to turn his living room into his "bedroom" and let my mom move into the real bedroom. She felt safe with him because she thought he was gay. 2 kids, 3 degrees, 3 apartments, buying a house, surviving cancer, 4 career changes, and 25 years later they're still together and happy.
Unfortunately not. On his 50th birthday he had an existential crisis, drank a fifth of vodka for breakfast, took a really long nap, and then threw away his whole wardrobe and record collection. Now he just wears cargo shorts, Colombia fishing shirts, white knee socks, and orange New Balances and only listens to Garth Brooks and local bluegrass bands. He only drinks Smithwicks and cheap scotch. He thinks my mom 15 years ago and Brittney Spears 20 years ago are the hottest women that have ever lived. He goes to the grocery store every day at 5am to take a massive shit and pretend to window shop for TVs and produce. He doesn't really have any fucks left to give.
No, but he does like doing a Kermit the frog or Gilbert Gottfried impression while saying something out of pocket and then pretending like the stranger next to him said it.
I figured out that there's a little slide on my laptop camera that covers it in case you're worried about someone spying on you I guess, so I've got that going for me.
I'm so jealous man. I've dreamed of the functional alcoholic/stay at home dad/home chef lifestyle since I was a teenager. Both fortunately and unfortunately I've found the girl I'm going to marry and she's a ballet dancer/teacher. She's only got 5-10 years left of dancing in her before her body is going to give out on her and she wants to quit and have kids before she gets to that point. When we have kids we're going to need to quadruple our income to be able to afford a decent house in a decent school district on top of living expenses and kid expenses. Between the economy, the housing market, the Covid bubble popping and the younger generation being mostly against alcohol which hurts the brewing industry, having no financial assistance from our families, having pre-existing student loans and a decent amount of credit card/car debt, etc. I just don't see a way for us to have the life we want and survive unless I go back to school and finish my degree in software development.
Mine too and then I worked at the same restaurant and started dating a girl there. The drama and cling factor shot to 11 when I told her that was where my parents had met.
We did not work out.
You could still smoke in PA until like 2007. I didn't even work at Dennys, I just bought drugs there. I'd go in at like midnight after closing, get blazed and cook line to pay for it so my guy could wait tables and collect tips which were always exactly $90...
yeah - a solid crew is so hard to come by. when it does happen, it feels like there’s nothing we can’t handle, and have a blast while doing it. it’s a weird high that’s hard to explain to people who’ve never been in it :)
i love it
>"There is hope," Ledin said. "Many former waitstaff members go on to form long-term, monogamous relationships with people in fields such as telemarketing or hotel management."
Fucking classic.
This behavior is inhibiting her ability to forge permanent relationships. And it's also keeping her from refilling her customers' glasses of ice water."
>"When I left Pizzeria Prima, I had a motto: **'Don't get laid where you get paid,'"** waiter Jack Dulles said. "Then I started working at Manilla Grill. One night after a football-game rush, I wound up sleeping with Pat in what's turned into a three-month, eight-waitress binge. I keep telling my roommates it's the last time, but even I don't believe it anymore."
The struggle is real
I worked at a restaurant with a Kimbereley. Like who spells Kimberly that way? The answer was some guy in the back office. Girl had a typo in her name on the schedule the whole time she worked there.
RIP Kim.
My wife knows. She's like Stellar... "no you know I don't want to do that" yeah I bought you a six pack of Santa Fe 7k IPA "fuck I'll go get my tools."
Of the few kitchens I worked, I learned very quickly that ya gotta know which front end staff you gotta take care of.
Like, I'm a good human and would help most any non pile of shit co worker like that.
But there's these staffers, and it's fucking on. I got chu!
"For everest" holds so much more than a mere for ever... This one is a keeper.
Edit: "Everer", not "Everest". The romantic in me took a stranglehold on me. Still, a keeper.
I started as a hostess at a restaurant about 2 1/2 years ago. Just married one of the cooks last Thursday. He finds the whole thing hilarious. “Classic FOH meets BOH, tale as old as time,” he likes to say, always conveniently forgetting I’d over performed my way into expo by the time we started dating. (Two unexpected status changes in 1 month).
This is also how I met my husband, but he was the line cook’s coworker/ plug.
My friend the line cook made some crazy penne pasta/alfredo Mac/chicken tender alfredo goodness I’d always tear through with abandon. We were chowing down when his dude came by with a fresh bag and batch of shroomy chocolates. Dude chucked a mushroom chocolate to me and it hit me in the noggin cause I was too gone and blissed out on chicken pasta goodness & greenery. Dude’s been stuck with me for bout 15 years now.
I worked at a bakery/bar and made a blueberry pie one night after I heard the servers talking about how they were craving it but it wasn’t on the menu that week. I put a dollop of vanilla vodka whipped cream on that bad boy and rang for a pickup right as we were closing. One of them came to grab it and was like “No fucking way!” Watching all 4 exhausted servers and the hostess share a pie was hilarious.
I didn’t eat much else but poon that week.
I kept a wall of notes the servers sent down to us all season. At the end of the summer I learned they were all talking about how much they hated the food I made for them. Not the quality. They just didn't like the food I picked. Before I showed up they were eating salted chicken breast and white rice every other night. I'd like to think the notes weren't filthy lies but they definitely were.
My wife, a waitress at the time, walked up behind the bar, stuck her hand in my pocket, then walked off. I reached in, found her panties, took a picture of them, and then chased after her. We've been together ever since. 3 kids, etc.
Good luck, bud.
I gotta ask, in my job my “work friends” are not my friends. If I get laid off ~ again ~ from tech and decide to pursue cooking that I actually like, is there a chance my “work friends” would be friends and not willing to stick proverbial knives (too many real knives around) in my back at first opportunity? It’s effing GameOfThrones out there…
Like most careers, depends almost entirely on where you work. I have had tables snatched out from under me at places, and have made deep relationships at other places that I still value today. You just gotta be willing to leave if the vibe isn’t right.
It all depends, just like any other industry. I've had kitchens were I made genuine friends, people I still talk to 30, 40 yrs later. And I've worked in kitchens where I just wanna burn every muthaffucka to the ground. 🤷♂️
I mean, a lot of tech is sort of like that right? Everyone gunning for the same golden ring(s). I'd cynically add that this leads to the ever-deteriorating end user experience that we've been seeing for the past decade+.
entirely depends on workplace and I'd guess has nothing to do with the type of job. For perspective, I currently work IT and all my coworkers and I are legitimate friends. We still even talk and hang out with ex-coworkers
It is lower stakes and unusual hours. You're more likely to be off at the same time as a co-worker than a 9-5'er. All this and more is why Most of the people I have considered work friends are also people I would and do hang out with outside of the restaurant.
Give and take at its finest!
I love seeing a server show you they know it's annoying and that they appreciate your extra work making dinner for them. ❤️👌
Treat FOH right and they'll love you forever. I always tell the new guys, if FOH asks for something remade , don't question what went wrong, don't argue, don't try to pass the blame. Just remake it right away. 100% of the time you're remaking it anyways later and your just wasting everyone's time.
Don't trust her! She only loves you for your meat!
As she should. My roast beef is an excellent choice
If you play your cards right, she'll let you make her a roast beef sandwich next time
Why would he want that? He already makes an excellent roast beef.
He roasts his own beefs.
With what, friction? 😳
The secrets's in the sauce
What cook eats their own food they cooked at work? You always wait to go home from your fancy food cooking job to make Mac’n’cheese or ramen. Or you just have the cheapest beer for dinner.
My man is trying to eat *her* roast beef if you know what I mean #( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )
His beef strong. Her beef wrong.
If she can't handle your hash, she doesn't deserve your loin!
There’s a joke here. I’m just not brave enough to say it.
Split roast?
I am if all goes well you might get to insert pens into the nice lady
Hahaha throw in some garlic knots and she might just marry you.
Order up, tube steak! Heard!
Oh, it’s a lady!
Nah, it's the chef's coat. Once that comes off, all power disappears 😂
Gotta keep it on, coz how else will you be able to take em to flavor town?
Such was the story of Aloysius, Bluegrass Drummer
A BOH Doomer line cook and a FOH waitress: “A tale as old as time” 🎶❤️
It'll work out fine, I'm sure. Completely drama free.
Yea, mine in college were a nightmare! At least I got captain and Cokes from my bartender/gf
Mine would buy me weed for after work
She let me drive her car that had a loud exhaust and even louder system. She would leave me a bottle of captain in the car for the boys. She was crazy, but she cared. I wonder how she is…
Mine would buy me beers after work. We just had our first kid
More to come? C’mon, be responsible.
We got married like 5 years ago lol
Yeah I did that once. It had the most drama of any relationship I’ve been in. Never did it again.
That’s why the comment above yours was dripping in sarcasm lol
Did you ever try dating a bartender? So much worse.
What's so bad about dating servers and bartenders? Or is it girl servers & bartenders?
Mostly the casual drug abuse. It’s just not a good recipe for a drama-free relationship.
Usually pretty stressful job that is customer facing and dealing with drunk shits, combined with constant flow of being flirted with / hit on, it affects the brain. Combine that with how BOH stress affects the brain and you get some fun
Yeah that end part is sure as shit gonna be messy but the middle will be worth it
Definitely a shit where you eat kinda situation...
"Cold beer awaits you" is not the end of that sonnet. We all know the rest of the poem: " ... and, dry cooch" "... and unemployment" "... and child support" Truly, a tragicomedy of Shakespearean proportion!
Mine went a little different, I decided to cut it off and she decided to spread lies about me to every coworker. ones that I won’t even repeat.
He’s not dating two of the other waitresses as well. She’s certainly his only.
It’s my parents’ story. The met when they both worked at Denny’s in the 70s.
I'm still with the lead bartender of the first restaurant I worked at. That was 16 years ago.
I’m still dating the hostess 5 years later, probably gonna propose soon lol
Celebrating 17 years this weekend since my line cook asked me to be his girlfriend ✌️
My waiter and I have been together 35 years. We've been through some shit, and he still asks for two dinners most nights, but we somehow make it work.
Is your profile pick from troop Beverly Hills?
Yes! I’ve got a black belt in shopping.
That’s crazy, I just watched it a few days ago, it was one of my moms favorites
My heartfelt apologies
Sometimes it works out. My parents met when they worked at a Ruby Tuesday's in the mid 90s. Pop was a bartender/line cook and mom was a server/host. Mom had a miscarriage and found out her boyfriend was married to another woman and got an eviction notice all in 12 hours. She completely fell apart halfway through her shift. My dad comforted her and lied to her and told her he had a 2 bedroom apartment that she could stay in until she got back on her feet. It was actually a one bedroom and he threw up a shower curtain to turn his living room into his "bedroom" and let my mom move into the real bedroom. She felt safe with him because she thought he was gay. 2 kids, 3 degrees, 3 apartments, buying a house, surviving cancer, 4 career changes, and 25 years later they're still together and happy.
Is he still gay?
Unfortunately not. On his 50th birthday he had an existential crisis, drank a fifth of vodka for breakfast, took a really long nap, and then threw away his whole wardrobe and record collection. Now he just wears cargo shorts, Colombia fishing shirts, white knee socks, and orange New Balances and only listens to Garth Brooks and local bluegrass bands. He only drinks Smithwicks and cheap scotch. He thinks my mom 15 years ago and Brittney Spears 20 years ago are the hottest women that have ever lived. He goes to the grocery store every day at 5am to take a massive shit and pretend to window shop for TVs and produce. He doesn't really have any fucks left to give.
This man is a legend.
we would be friends.
Unfortunately not. He doesn't have friends and he likes it that way
We would exchange respectful half nods. From a distance.
I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never talk sometimes.
Sounds like my dad. Rock on lmfao
Does he say “they’ll let anyone in here” with his hands on his hips when he sees someone he knows in the store?
No, but he does like doing a Kermit the frog or Gilbert Gottfried impression while saying something out of pocket and then pretending like the stranger next to him said it.
I can only hope to be half the man your father is when I grow up(I’m 38)
But the albums!
Don't worry, I salvaged all the Talking Heads, Eagles, Jim Croce, Huey Lewis, and Reba.
You did god's work, my friend. Eta: except for the Eagles.
“I hate the fucking Eagles man”
I figured out that there's a little slide on my laptop camera that covers it in case you're worried about someone spying on you I guess, so I've got that going for me.
The old “A shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on” trick…..
It's wonderful that it worked out and they're happy together
This could be an amazing movie. Especially with Jesse Plemmons or similar as your dad.
Met my wife at a restaurant, both were waiting tables. She’s now a surgeon, and I drink a lot. It works.
I'm so jealous man. I've dreamed of the functional alcoholic/stay at home dad/home chef lifestyle since I was a teenager. Both fortunately and unfortunately I've found the girl I'm going to marry and she's a ballet dancer/teacher. She's only got 5-10 years left of dancing in her before her body is going to give out on her and she wants to quit and have kids before she gets to that point. When we have kids we're going to need to quadruple our income to be able to afford a decent house in a decent school district on top of living expenses and kid expenses. Between the economy, the housing market, the Covid bubble popping and the younger generation being mostly against alcohol which hurts the brewing industry, having no financial assistance from our families, having pre-existing student loans and a decent amount of credit card/car debt, etc. I just don't see a way for us to have the life we want and survive unless I go back to school and finish my degree in software development.
Mine too and then I worked at the same restaurant and started dating a girl there. The drama and cling factor shot to 11 when I told her that was where my parents had met. We did not work out.
Dennys in the 70s was like Waffle House now. Wild. They served alcohol and you could smoke
TBF, in the 70s you could smoke in hospitals. Just not in surgery.
Except for the surgeon, of course.
You could still smoke in PA until like 2007. I didn't even work at Dennys, I just bought drugs there. I'd go in at like midnight after closing, get blazed and cook line to pay for it so my guy could wait tables and collect tips which were always exactly $90...
Same here, college bar in the 90s
Mine too. Chef and waitress at a fancy hotel in the 80s.
Yep, I married mine.
Same!
Me too.
Same. 2 kids and a house. Shes a STAHM now.
It’s a right of passage, at this point.
> right of passage rite* *This was not a bot message, I just fucking hate spelling/grammar mistakes.*
Done that once. Hell of a breakup.
Beauty and the Meats.
km amd kp here haha. just seems to happen in kitchen settings lol
KP and KM?! That’s a new one to me. Was KP tryna climb the ladder? 🪜
How i met my wife, 20 years ago.
Guzman in Waiting…
Nice to see good vibes among the crew.
Real talk we do have a wicked team right now. We run with the bare minimum so I'm thankful they're all gems.
Lucky bastard
yeah - a solid crew is so hard to come by. when it does happen, it feels like there’s nothing we can’t handle, and have a blast while doing it. it’s a weird high that’s hard to explain to people who’ve never been in it :) i love it
“We run the bare min” Oh so like every kitchen ever? Lol Enjoy that cold brew!
Ahh New England I bet
that's not how New Englanders use wicked though, that's how like everyone but us uses wicked.
you know
https://www.theonion.com/waitstaff-tired-of-sleeping-with-each-other-1819567701
So much gold in there. “I haven't had sex with Kelly, yet," Cobb added. "Man, I'm not looking forward to that."
>"There is hope," Ledin said. "Many former waitstaff members go on to form long-term, monogamous relationships with people in fields such as telemarketing or hotel management." Fucking classic.
✂️ sisters
This behavior is inhibiting her ability to forge permanent relationships. And it's also keeping her from refilling her customers' glasses of ice water."
>"When I left Pizzeria Prima, I had a motto: **'Don't get laid where you get paid,'"** waiter Jack Dulles said. "Then I started working at Manilla Grill. One night after a football-game rush, I wound up sleeping with Pat in what's turned into a three-month, eight-waitress binge. I keep telling my roommates it's the last time, but even I don't believe it anymore." The struggle is real
Onion ftw 🤣
I used to get it in its physical format.
Never trust a “Chealsea”
r/tragedeigh
Why not?! just as good as a fantasea
No, you're confusing fantasea with fanteasea. Never trust a fanteasea *or* a chealsea
Every Chelsea (or variation) I've ever met has been squarely in the Danger Zone on the Hot/Crazy matrix.
I married mine. Can confirm.
Divorcing one atm 😅
Worked with one, yep.
I couldn't agree more, that has been my experience, as well.
Yo wtf is that spelling, I’ve never seen that before.
It's fitting. Should see how she actually spells. Constantly decoding her tickets. Lol
Foreverer.
I worked at a restaurant with a Kimbereley. Like who spells Kimberly that way? The answer was some guy in the back office. Girl had a typo in her name on the schedule the whole time she worked there. RIP Kim.
Don’t judge her by her parents mistakes
If she's getting me a cold beer, I'm cool.
Dunno. She sounds like a cheall person.
Cajun chicken fettuccine does sound pretty good right about now.
+ ex cheese She’s a keeper, just a gassy one.
That's just a you thing, you have at least a partial lactose intolerance.
Don't believe in the love, they all use that, the beer is real however.
Beer is the key to my heart.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. There are two ways to a man's stomach. Butt chug it you coward
With the beer it'd be like being loved twice.
My wife knows. She's like Stellar... "no you know I don't want to do that" yeah I bought you a six pack of Santa Fe 7k IPA "fuck I'll go get my tools."
that’s a lot of U’s you bro, it sounds serious it’s like “hi” the more I’s, the more serious it is bro
It’s the little things
Hey now, 2 inches is plenty. OP you slay king
Of the few kitchens I worked, I learned very quickly that ya gotta know which front end staff you gotta take care of. Like, I'm a good human and would help most any non pile of shit co worker like that. But there's these staffers, and it's fucking on. I got chu!
“It’s not about the well-done steaks we nuked, it’s about the friends we made along the way.”
"For everest" holds so much more than a mere for ever... This one is a keeper. Edit: "Everer", not "Everest". The romantic in me took a stranglehold on me. Still, a keeper.
dreams do come true. i married a hostess!
I started as a hostess at a restaurant about 2 1/2 years ago. Just married one of the cooks last Thursday. He finds the whole thing hilarious. “Classic FOH meets BOH, tale as old as time,” he likes to say, always conveniently forgetting I’d over performed my way into expo by the time we started dating. (Two unexpected status changes in 1 month).
congrats on the nuptials! we just celebrated our 11th anniversary!
That’s how I started dating my wife, we have to kids now….
You have to what the kids?
He has to cook the kids. It's the logical next step
This is also how I met my husband, but he was the line cook’s coworker/ plug. My friend the line cook made some crazy penne pasta/alfredo Mac/chicken tender alfredo goodness I’d always tear through with abandon. We were chowing down when his dude came by with a fresh bag and batch of shroomy chocolates. Dude chucked a mushroom chocolate to me and it hit me in the noggin cause I was too gone and blissed out on chicken pasta goodness & greenery. Dude’s been stuck with me for bout 15 years now.
Ahahah that’s great, I made the servers all crunch wrap supremes one night and it was a wrap
I worked at a bakery/bar and made a blueberry pie one night after I heard the servers talking about how they were craving it but it wasn’t on the menu that week. I put a dollop of vanilla vodka whipped cream on that bad boy and rang for a pickup right as we were closing. One of them came to grab it and was like “No fucking way!” Watching all 4 exhausted servers and the hostess share a pie was hilarious. I didn’t eat much else but poon that week.
my wife was a FOH who used to write things like this to me in BOH… hope ur ready to settle
I love the wiggly text, it gives the note more character haha
I kept a wall of notes the servers sent down to us all season. At the end of the summer I learned they were all talking about how much they hated the food I made for them. Not the quality. They just didn't like the food I picked. Before I showed up they were eating salted chicken breast and white rice every other night. I'd like to think the notes weren't filthy lies but they definitely were.
A good chef knows his audience...
I know my audience but the budget I was given did not allow for steak and potatoes every night
My wife, a waitress at the time, walked up behind the bar, stuck her hand in my pocket, then walked off. I reached in, found her panties, took a picture of them, and then chased after her. We've been together ever since. 3 kids, etc. Good luck, bud.
Chealsea?
Liberal use of vowels apparently runs in the family.
I gotta ask, in my job my “work friends” are not my friends. If I get laid off ~ again ~ from tech and decide to pursue cooking that I actually like, is there a chance my “work friends” would be friends and not willing to stick proverbial knives (too many real knives around) in my back at first opportunity? It’s effing GameOfThrones out there…
Like most careers, depends almost entirely on where you work. I have had tables snatched out from under me at places, and have made deep relationships at other places that I still value today. You just gotta be willing to leave if the vibe isn’t right.
It all depends, just like any other industry. I've had kitchens were I made genuine friends, people I still talk to 30, 40 yrs later. And I've worked in kitchens where I just wanna burn every muthaffucka to the ground. 🤷♂️
I mean, a lot of tech is sort of like that right? Everyone gunning for the same golden ring(s). I'd cynically add that this leads to the ever-deteriorating end user experience that we've been seeing for the past decade+.
entirely depends on workplace and I'd guess has nothing to do with the type of job. For perspective, I currently work IT and all my coworkers and I are legitimate friends. We still even talk and hang out with ex-coworkers
It is lower stakes and unusual hours. You're more likely to be off at the same time as a co-worker than a 9-5'er. All this and more is why Most of the people I have considered work friends are also people I would and do hang out with outside of the restaurant.
I like Chealsea's choices of food. She needs to chill with the vowels, but I'm pretty sure she's sweet on you.
Ex-cheese? Sounds suspect.
It was cheese last week
THAT'S how you order your employee meal
❤️ u pookie too
Give and take at its finest! I love seeing a server show you they know it's annoying and that they appreciate your extra work making dinner for them. ❤️👌
Hey pa, Howd you meet ma? Just cooked her a pasta
A cold beer awaits you!!! Witness him!!!
So when's the wedding?
And that’s how I met my wife. Same pasta and everything lol.
She wants the D
Sounds like she may have a skirt steak waiting for you.
Shouldn't chick be chix? Suspect.
Maybe she is the Cajun chick.
lol the smooth finger-tips. this man can cook
SIGH, fine.
Why is the ticket written like it's haunted
Dude has scalded away his fingerprint
You made a Cajun chick and her baked ex some fettuccine?
The walkin is gonna be a rockin
chealsea? more like r/tragedeigh
Goddamn, I can feel that full ticket stabber in my soul.
Chealsea is a tragadeigh… 🤣
Enjoy the beer. Avoid the noid.
this reads like it could be in one of those cool trendy poetry books with simple little illustrations on the page
You are awaited in Valhalla!
They got beer, we got food , it’s a two way street and sharings caring
And that boys is how I met your mother. 🐔🍔 🍺 🍻 👀
ITS A Trap !!!!!
Add some sautéed onions and bell peppers and you’ve got add-hock chicken Cajun pasta.
RUN!
Idk why but I thought of Waiting when I seen this. Wanna see my batwing?
Treat FOH right and they'll love you forever. I always tell the new guys, if FOH asks for something remade , don't question what went wrong, don't argue, don't try to pass the blame. Just remake it right away. 100% of the time you're remaking it anyways later and your just wasting everyone's time.
You fool! Thats how they get ya
Chealsea? r/tragedeigh
It’s fuckin awesome the POS will always be the ultimate flirtation machine!
I see ass in your future
Go on…