Some things my chef told me years ago when we were hiring.

Always schedule the interview early in the morning, like at 7 am. Just by doing that you get rid of ten pussies.

Tell them to go into the cooler to find something. Chicken thigh, say. If it’s a well-organized cooler (and chef’s always was), their mind should grasp it. If not: pussy.

Make them cook something basic, sunny side up eggs with a side of toast and hashbrowns. Show them where the raw materials are and stand back

If they fuck it up: no thanks

Chef enforced a dress code, too: black chinos and a button down the front shirt. TUCKED IN.

If a person is willing to come to a job interview at 7 am and actually change their clothes for a job, well, you got something to work with.

He did not tolerate calling in sick either. “No one in their 20s is sick, EVER!”

If you were in your 20s and you called in sick you were fired, unless you actually showed him the tumor.

I fucking hated my chef, but now, in retrospect, I totally love him :)

Ain’t that weird how it works?