Friday, March 28, 2008

JM part one...

I still remember The first time I met him, an older smartly dressed african-american gentleman, it seems like only yesterday. He was a cool cat. A real 'lifer' type dishwasher. He had worked in some higher end places, and of course some dives. He had a ton of stories, and I enjoyed the slow times of the evening hearing about them all. He was a veteran and had a shit ton of stories about getting shot and drinking in foreign lands. (check later installments for the best drinking/suicide story I ever heard) His biggest downfall was that he hated the severs...I mean He fucking despised them! He could often be heard muttering something to the effect of "thesedamnkidsandIdon'tknowandtheydon'tlisten...I think the bane of his existence was the trash. It later became mine as I went a bit "medley". He couldn't understand why no one could figure out how to take out trash. He was a very organized man. One of the best dishwashers I ever worked with as far as cleaning goes. He did have a pen-chance for chatting a bit too much when we were actually busy though. I still remember listening to the radio. We listened to a lot of 100.7. His jam was "Rubber Band Man" and he fuckin got down when it came on! This was only the beginning, however, as chaos and "the trash" would drive him to his ultimate end.

"Hey! Yer outta detergent homeboy!!"

Hello and welcome to pots have two sides? I pose this as a question because I'm not sure that anyone else realizes this. Now lemme take a moment to clear some things up. This is in noway a hateful site against fact, I think this celebrates the beautiful diversity that lies within a restaurant kitchen. Dishwashers are generally the most colorful characters you are likely to ever meet. They are quite often volatile, intense, and yes sometimes completly batshit crazy! This is part of the reason you work with so many different ones, and thank god for least I'll never run out of things to write about! I spend a lot of time "studying" the dishwasher, trying to figure out what makes him tick. How do they discern in their mind, just where to put each item and what exactly is "clean"? I hope to share with you various stories and anecdotes about the kitchens I have been least until I lose interest (which will probably be in a week or so). So check back every so often to see whats driving me fucking nuts!!!