I had a dinner cook job at a motel. I built up the business from hardly anything to a dramatic rise where I almost needed someone to set up my plates to serve the customers in a timely manner. They hired on another dinner cook that was practically worthless. A few weeks later I was let go when a new chef came in with his own crew in tow, including a new dinner cook.
What ever.
So job hunting I go. One thing about cooking, at least back in the day, it didn't take long to get rehired. That was nice.
I found this little place buried in a shopping strip mall. A place cooking primarily Tri-Tip steaks and chicken.
I have never cut up so many chickens in my life Sheesh!
But I am getting ahead of myself.
I walked into this eatery, which had an amazing smell of Bar-b-qued. I talked to the manager, which asked me about the claim I had entered on the application about greatly building up the business at my last job. She found it hard to believe. I left without a job, but I felt Good about the interview.
Two days later she, the manager, gave me a call. I got the job, and I would start in 2 days.
Awesome, yet weird.
I was use to a trial by fire. Let me explain.
I walk into a restaurant, talk to the chef, and he hands me a menu, like what a customer would get. Then 2 or 3 days later, I return on a Friday or Saturday night. I either hang on cooking on the busiest night of the week and get the job,
Or I don't and keep on looking for a job.
I always got hired. I was that good.
So, back to the strip mall job.
The kitchen had a huge grill some 30 feet long. It was very unique. No natural gas fed this puppy.
Mesquite briquettes did.
Yep, you built a fire, and kept it going all day long.
You cooked with a long handled square point shovel.
Quite the cooking job indeed.
