Doggy Bag: Today's Odds and Ends

​Our favorite morsel from the food blogs.

Underbelly schtick: line cook goes all Tony, sloshing around in the brackish waters of restaurant after-hours. You work till long after anyone with a normal life has wiped the drool from the pillow and powered off Chelsea Lately, drinking brown juice into the crack of early. We've been here before, but line cook has an eye for the vivid:

Your grill guy, who already has a nasty habit of a liter of Pepsi and blunt to the head in the parking lot before work starts making frequent trips to bathroom during service. His eyes are alert, but his jaw and edgy demeanor tell a different tale. The food runner that cant remember table numbers was up until 5am with him doing coke, and they're both starting to make your evening very difficult. Manuel, your fastest sautee cook has started asking for booze mid shift to quell his hangover, and by the end of the night everyone has had a sip. Two months later you're dumber, slower, and fat. But fuck it, because you're a real cook, right?

He wraps it up with a moral, a plea for professionals to practice moderation or risk a future on the omelet station at Denny's. But even if you have an aversion to morals, it's a nice read.