Waiter: “hey chef, the guest says the tuna
tartare’ is too rare ”
me: “Cuenca, gimme my knife…what
table?”
Cuenca: “no way chef”
waiter: “table 31 chef”
so I leave the kitchen with 28 tickets on
order and one cook short for service (Jose Luis was on a plane to Guadalajara
to attend his abuelitas funeral, I bought his tickets, he was one of my best
guys and I loved that kid like my own son), I make my way to table 31..
And with a fake smile I say: “yes
ma’am is everything ok?”
her: “ the tartare is too rare
can you make me another one medium?”
me: “uh.. yea, uh tartare means
raw, why didn’t you inquire with your server about the dish?”
her: ”well my friend ordered it
and said it was really good, so I did too”
me: “did you taste it?”
her: “no, humans aren’t supposed
to eat raw fish”
me: “oh maybe Japan didn’t get
that memo, you do understand that people were eating meat and fish for
thousands of years before they discovered FIRE… DON’T YOU?????”
her: “what are you going to do?”
me: ”im going to go back to my
now SLAMMED kitchen and help my guys get out of the weeds you put us in, while
I enjoy eating your delicious tartare’ with a glass of Muscadet” …
her: ”what about me?”
Me: “you? Oh, you mean your tuna?
I’m pretty sure the tuna you are looking
for is made by Starkist, its good with a little celery and mayo!!!!” BYE!
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