Breakfast burrito

Wednesday Nov 3rd 2004

Ya know, in the morning I don’t ask for much. I just want to be able to get to werk, finish up the day and go home. One thing that completely turns me off something fierce is when the cafeteria here makes things the WRONG WAY.

Example: A breakfast burrito. Very simple to make. My version of it (which I tell the cook specifically) is:

1) Take one egg
2) Put it in a bowl/scramble
3) Put it on the iron
4) Take ham, cut to strips
5) Place it on the iron next to the egg
6) Take mushrooms
7) Place it on iron next to egg
8) Wait about 45 seconds
9) Place 2 (not 1) slices of American cheese on the egg
10) Get a wrap, like a cheddar wrap
11) Put the egg flat on the wrap
12) Put the ham on the egg
13) Put the mushroom on the ham
14) WRAP IT TIGHTLY

Done. Takes less than 2 minutes to make.

Some idiot was cooking today.. a young kid. Must’ve not been more than 19 or 20. I told him the following “One egg, ham, mushroom and American cheese on a cheddar wrap.” Sounds simple, right? He fucked it all up. And yeah, I bitched to his boss about it.

The last thing I need when I get to werk is to have my breakfast, which I pay for, made wrong. I ate the stupid thing, I had to because I was late getting to my desk to begin with.

There is absolutely no room for incompetence as far as cooks are concerned. Cooks should do things the right way, the same way, every time. No one likes surprises when they’re paying for food - including myself.

Maybe someday I will find a good wife who will make me breakfast so I don’t have to deal with this SHIT. Ugh.

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Some additional thoughts on this:

The above is why I cannot stand restaurants. I absolutely hate them. It is so rare to get a good meal out of one of those places these days. The plain fact of the matter is that if you want your food done your way to your liking, you have to make it yourself. The only exception to this rule is when you have someone cook for you who knows what you like, but that takes time obviously. And I hate waiting. (grin)

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