5 Disgusting Truths About Every Restaurant (From a Chef)

In Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain advised the world not to order fish on Mondays, and that's still very much the case today: Fish specials on Mondays are the fish that didn't sell over the weekend, as are fish soups or appetizer specials. Also, considering that a $30 filet mignon probably cost the owner about $28 to put on your plate, you can see how a suspect steak gets sold even after the staff watched its soul crawl back into its body and start haunting the sous chef.

"People who prefer their steaks well-done are a godsend," said Justin. "Because overcooking is the best way to cover up anything foul. You serve up the fresh meat to those who want it rare to medium -- well-done, you make sure you use up the ones your boss specifically set aside for that temperature."

But, then again, if you're ordering your fine steaks well-done, you may deserve it. In his experience, John was never told outright to serve spoiled food. He was, however, taught how to disguise spoilage in order to serve it without customers noticing it. For example, with seafood that's starting to turn has a very distinctive ammonia odor, you can rinse it in cool salt and lemon water, which hides the scent long enough to serve it -- without the customer thinking you marinated their appetizer in Windex.

"As an executive chef, I was too strict to allow anything like that to leave my kitchen," he said. "But, I have seen it happen. I've seen steak that was brown and smelling of decomposing flesh cooked and served after covering up the rot by finishing it in the oven or steaming it on the flat top with beef broth."

But, isn't that what health inspections are there to prevent? Exactly! That's why you're totally safe ... if you eat there the day of inspection: "It was nothing out of the ordinary for the owner to frantically tell us to double-check all the dates and to 'throw the P&L out the window' whenever he got a tip that inspectors were on the prowl," John said. "Which we did, of course. Old product the owner wanted us to special off (don't eat the specials) or make soup out of. Never eat the soup. Never."

"We refer to ourselves as lifers or kitchen dogs or whatever -- it's different wherever you go but the mentality is the same," Justin said. "Some of us didn't have the chance to go to culinary school but loved watching Grandma cook. Some of us are convicted felons who need a steady job because no one else will give us a second chance (actually very common -- most restaurants don't perform background checks). We all work hard and play hard. Most of us, including myself, are alcoholics or drug addicts -- restaurants normally don't drug test either."

That's right -- there's a good chance that your appetizer was prepped on the same counter the chef does lines on.

"Drug and alcohol abuse is rampant in this industry," John said. "I've also met a few former criminals -- but I, for one, don't think that's a negative aspect (they deserve a chance to make a wage they can live by). Of course, some use this industry as a means to continue their criminal activity. The town I'm home-based out of had three restaurants shut down due to drugs being trafficked out of them, one of them through the drive-through."

Which, in the few states where marijuana is now legal, is actually a hell of an idea. Dibs!

That brings up another good point: Servers, seriously do not fuck with the cooks.

"I've worked at restaurants where the servers 'tip out' the rest of the staff, and even though they make enough in tips in one good night to pay my rent, they still complain about it. If a gentle reminder that I'm the reason they get tipped in the first place doesn't end the bitching, I'll purposefully fuck up every single order they have, proving my point by ensuring shitty tips."

Cooks are a vengeful people.

Even outside of a Carl's Jr., the kitchen is a gross and unforgiving lawless land:

"This job is fucking brutal," John said. "First, you will absolutely cut yourself, and unless you have a digit hanging by a string of gristle, you won't have the luxury of leaving to get it stitched up. I've filleted a knuckle while slicing garlic. I've dropped a knife that rebounded and buried itself in my hand. I've sliced the tip of my thumb clean off with a potato peeler (there was a nub of bone sticking out like a goddamn horror movie prop). I've had second- and third-degree burns over about 20 percent of my body (not all at once, but throughout the years). Below my neck, my body is covered in scars.

"But not only is it physically brutal, it's mentally brutal. I worked at a resort that sat like 200 people in the dining room. We had a 5-foot flat top, a six-burner stove, and two deep fryers for a menu that had everything from full breakfast to burgers to lobster pasta. Imagine juggling this:

"Fifteen burgers and buns, eight ribeye steaks (three rare, one medium, two medium-rare, two well-done), four Mediterranean linguine dishes, one order of steamed mussels. And that's only three tickets. More are printing out that you haven't even seen yet, and two servers are asking for an ETA for the appetizers on them. The dishwasher broke the damn machine again, and you're the only one who knows how to fix it, and your sous chef has somehow managed to deep fry her hand and is bandaging herself while the fries for your 15 burgers are starting to burn.

"Now, a ticket comes back -- your last order went out wrong because the server heard/wrote it wrong. That order has to be fixed ahead of all the others that are still cooking. And, speaking of still cooking, are your rare steaks ruined yet? Those bastards are 14 bucks a pound, and you just fucked up two of them. Hopefully, another ticket comes in the next 10 minutes or else you'll have to figure out what else you can make them into -- (soup?).

"Congratulations, you just made it through the first 15 minutes of your shift.

"Perhaps because of all that, the redundancies that most businesses have in place are nonexistent in the kitchen. There's simply no one else to do your job. I've run a 102-degree fever and couldn't call in sick. Now, imagine I'm cooking all that food I just described for all those nice people ... while having strep throat."

Or ... don't imagine it. Thanks for all the hard work, John and Justin -- but, ignorance is sometimes bliss, and we'll take a little disease and a lot of bloodshed if it means we don't have to boil our own hot dogs.

Jason is an editor for Cracked. Like his Facebook page, and he'll cook you a lavish four-course meal. (Spoiler: Every course is Top Ramen.)

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