Quote: (01-08-2014 03:59 PM)pheonix500000 Wrote:
Dark how? drugs?
I'm speaking from experience of working in high end restaurants. This doesn't really apply to me now post-red-pill.
This was my experience in high end and well known restaurants:
Line cooks might be some of the most solipsistic and delusional people today. In many kitchens these days, there is this culture that is obsessive with what they do. Not such a bad thing right? I'm talking about getting tattoos of knives and cooking ingredients. Cooks get tattoos of kitchen phrases on themselves. It's retarded. There's this element to cooking where cooks and chefs feel like they're saving the world somehow, a hugely inflated sense of self-importance. Cooks, chefs, and American women have much in common. Cooks are usually extremely unhealthy, they don't exercise, they eat scraps all day long and get shitfaced after service every night after 12 hours on their feet. They like to talk about how hardcore they are and how hard they party, but imagine a room full of computer nerds talking about how hardcore they party. You'd probably roll your eyes. It's exactly the same. Cooks tend to be compulsive liars and delusional. They're loudmouthed shit-talkers. They're the person in the bar that's first to get in your face and talk all kinds of shit, but when it's time to throw down they'll be the first to pussy out.
Basically, social outcasts that weren't smart enough to get into computer programming become cooks.
It wasn't always like this. The rise of the celebrity chef has brought on this nonsense. Cooking in essence is awesome and the whole reason why I got into this. But kitchen culture is awful. I have maybe 2 friends that I've made in this industry, and that's after working with
hundreds of people. Those two friends that I've made, we're friends because the 3 of us are equally disillusioned with the farce that is restaurant work.
I would go so far as to say this: 99% of restaurants are blue-pill. Real men either cook at home or have a woman to cook for them. You can't even get a decent French meal out anymore. It's all turned into this catch-phrase nonsense: "Local, sustainable, craft-cocktail, handmade farm to table gastropub." Bullshit. And all it takes to cook in that restaurant is roast some marrow bones for 15 minutes and top it with a parsley salad. Boom, 16 bucks off of shit that used to get thrown away, and people eat it up and Instagram it like it's some sort of culinary masterpiece.
There's my rant for the day. That's why I work in a hotel now. Higher pay, less hours. You're not gonna see my name in any publications anytime soon but I'll be retired by the time my industry peers have saved their first $1,000.