Marky Marc

Why would that be? ← I second that. I'm actually quite fond of them.

I mean, come on. How many friends could this guy possibly have?

Any reccomendations on the thermometer (brand, type, etc.)? Thanks everybody! ← I don't personally have a preference. To be honest, I've spent $25 on a nice digital thermo just to have the thing fall out of my sleeve pocket because the thing was too top heavy. I never found and it had only been in my pocket for maybe 15 minutes. Like this fella. Good thermo, easy to lose. This is what I use on the regular, which I got for free from work. Never had a problem with it once. Costs $5

Neat little thing, these peppercorns. Love em in a soup. Don't like em in my mouth. Doesn't exactly numb, it just feels really weird.

Cereal..... everyday..... sometimes with an egg

Don't forget a thermometer and serrated blade!

At the joint I work in now we have these 5 gallon jugs of grated horseradish. It's tradition, more or less, to ask one of the new guys "Does this smell alright to you?". Oh man... I fell for that one when I started there and it was bad! My lungs hurts for a few days afterwards. Trying to make a salad in someone's back pocket is pretty funny. Just slowly add ingredient after ingredient until, VOILA, You've got a salad. Once someone I worked with started francticly calling for a server to the line. When the server (Luis with a mexican accent) got there he was told that we were out of strawberry mash potatoes and that he needed to make sure that all the other servers knew and to tell the bar as well. Dude came back 5 minutes later and said, "Is thees a yoke?!?" I'm amazed at how many other people have done the compressed espresso patty surprise.

I hate it when I'm cooking something (it's happened more than once, unfortunately) and all of a sudden I look at food I've just prepped and think "How the hell did rasberry puree get sprinkled all over this shit?". I quickly realize that I've cut myself and it's actually my blood. And man, Thai bird chilies are dangerous! I'll prep them, wash my hands.... maybe a few times, and I'll go to the bathroom. 5 minutes later I start feeling some warmth. In 10 minutes I must look like I'm dancing from how I'm reacting the fire in my pants! It's a creeper, man.

You can't make anything constructive out of criticism if you don't know why you're being criticized. Without going into some semi-detailed explaination, whatever you would have to say would be totally disregarded.

There have been several times when my lady and I will get a table in an empty restaurant and have the server sit the only other patrons right next to us. Drives me batshit. Of all the tables in the whole empty restaurant, why on earth do these people have to be seated within a foot of us? It totally strips the intimacy when all of a sudden I've got to take into account that a complete stranger is close enough to hear me breathe.

Oh man, the place I work at is a huge offender of this one. We actually have a "mustard aioli".

BAHAHAHAA!