So you think just because you watch some kind of popular reality half hour deluge of idealistic poop that you know the world. You think that because you have seen a few hopeless once-bodies suffering humiliation for a large pay packet in the jungle that you can say that you could do that? Well people it's not true. Take the idea that you now know what to expect from every single restaurant, canteen and fast food joint in terms of service just because you have seen the wonderment and insight into the service industry that is Michelle Roux's service?
Consider such a program that really aims to show what service would be like if you could actually afford to go to polo matches, three starred restaurant and dine with the likes of the kullen skin that is Gok Wan. And then go on to consider the idea that maybe, as with the covenant between state and armed forces, that there really should be some kind agreement between server and served. A magna carta for the catering masses, a scheme of appropriate retribution for the kind of behaviour that such programs produce, tit for tat, eye for an eye, a bogy on a steak for a condescending word.
The problem is that programs such as Michelle's service thing, master chef, the restaurant and any other supposed insightful program is that they show the inside for half an hour, the rest is still a mystery. What happens after the curtains come down, the stress, the actual difficulty of a job within these, for the moment, fashionable sectors, the sixteen hour shifts with four hours sleep in-between, the caffeine addiction and the sheer hate that wells up from within for those, who once like you, watched these programs and expect more than you can give and, most defiantly more than they deserve.
So next time someone asks if you would like to taste the wine and you start to pretend you know what your doing, start to sniff and swill and gargle and suck, just consider that a simple sniff or even just some pure honesty might just save you from some extra froth on your cappuccino.
P.S
The term Kullen Skink is not some kind of rhyming slang, mulligatawny or cockaleeke would have done just as well.
P.P.S
Yes I do like a good soup based insult.
