HA! I hear that all the time , "Oh you must eat so well working here". Not! At afore mentioned restaurant, the waitstaff would call for pizzas to be delivered. The cooks would put out their platters of crap (squab elbows, fish scrapings, chicken necks) and then have the BALLS to beg for pizza from us. Mark are you in Detroit? I think I know you. Seriously, when I was younger, I worked in a fine restaurant where "family meal" was prepared daily by one of the young commis. We did all butchering in house. One stretch of about 10 days we had an excess of veal scrap. The commis faithfully ground the scrap and served veal burgers laced with unbelievable levels of cumin with a different sauce all ten days. After the 4th day we tried to hide the cumin but he always found it.