A busy restaurant is a busy restaurant. I love working in one and I think most people feel the same way.
You really have to go deep into the weeds to fully understand the phrase... IMO. Being in the weeds, to me at least, means you are going down like a flaming pile of $@$^ (and generally the rest of the kitchen is as well). It's one of those shifts where you start off the day in a complete panic with an unreasonable and ungodly amount of prep, with no help, and are about to get completely destroyed during service. It's where everything is going wrong. Where you're looking at the clock 30 minutes after the start of service and praying to God that it will end soon. And knowing you still have all night to go. Where your flight or fight instinct is kicking in and you're seriously looking at the door and thinking, "is this really worth it??" And I've never walked out on a shift or job... ever... but if the thought hasn't even crossed your mind once, I don't know if you've been in the weeds.
Going by that definition, I have not met a cook who considered that to be fun or a place where they thrive. This is not Friday night game time. This is where your soul is being crushed.
A busy restaurant is a busy restaurant. I love working in one and I think most people feel the same way.
You really have to go deep into the weeds to fully understand the phrase... IMO. Being in the weeds, to me at least, means you are going down like a flaming pile of $@$^ (and generally the rest of the kitchen is as well). It's one of those shifts where you start off the day in a complete panic with an unreasonable and ungodly amount of prep, with no help, and are about to get completely destroyed during service. It's where everything is going wrong. Where you're looking at the clock 30 minutes after the start of service and praying to God that it will end soon. And knowing you still have all night to go. Where your flight or fight instinct is kicking in and you're seriously looking at the door and thinking, "is this really worth it??" And I've never walked out on a shift or job... ever... but if the thought hasn't even crossed your mind once, I don't know if you've been in the weeds.
Going by that definition, I have not met a cook who considered that to be fun or a place where they thrive. This is not Friday night game time. This is where your soul is being crushed.
lube= butter or olive oil
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