Then I began pacing and wagging my finger and said, You are a dilettante. That's a French word for someone who only knows a little but thinks he knows it all. He's assuming that that corn in the croit came from the family meal when in fact it could have come from a cob on a God damn popsicle stick from Church's mother fucking fried chicken eaten 2 days ago. So unless he proves through gel electrophoresis that that corn. Came from the family meal, he really doesn't know his shit."
He turned around and left the kitchen. Fellow cooks were passing by on the fly and saying, " Nice knowing you. Good luck on your next job." Etc. No one stopped near me. I should have been fired. I would have fired me. But he didn't.
The above is the gospel truth and is not exaggerated in the least. I learned years later that I'm famous because that story has been told and retold. People that worked for him can't stand him because he was narcissistic and was into humiliating his staff. I never saw sexual harassment but I believe it because he was into harassment in general.
I quit about 2 weeks later and started working for the Brennans. A year later I became owner of the Abita Springs Cafe. When my Abita lease ended, I moved my restaurant to New Orleans and operate as Cafe Gentilly.
Lol...I know MY shit !!! Actually I never left the kitchen that morning and the sous chef was too intimidated to vouch for me. When he just shrugged his shoulders, I gave him a look.
