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How To Cure a Hangover

Posted in Drunk, Food, Southern Horror, Swamp Rock, Tour, WH with tags , , , , , on 25/05/2011 by gayparis

He spaketh thusly and t'was truer than any other words


Hi there, this is your friendly, neighbourhood shower sage, WH.
As most of you have been coming out to our 4 Drink Minimum Tour, I thought I should help you out with some advice on hangover cures. Really, it comes down to a rule of twos – do these things twice and you’ll feel twice as nice:
Crap out the toxins – that’s right, it takes two shits to get a lot of the dormant booze and other chemicals out of your system, so make sure you do them both. The first is usually the more solid of the two.
Jack it, baby! – Definitely achieve two orgasms within the first few hours of waking. Make the effort, this is vital.
Raise your cup – coffee cup, that is, though any two caffienated beverages will do. This may even aid you in geting the booze crapped out.
Get clean – goes without saying almost, but showering will sooth your bestial body. I like to combine the orgasmic part of this surefire cure with the cleaning bit, but each to their own.
By this point, you should be ready to slink off for a few afternoon drinks before the night shows up and tells you to get serious.

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Hospitality.

Posted in Food, Nerd, Smokin D, Southern Horror, Sydney, Tour on 07/12/2010 by gayparis

Hospitality is something that is quite important to me.
I know I generally have quite high expectations and pay, sometimes, too much attention to detail – but it’s only because I care. I think that if someone is coming into your establishment and paying for a service they should receive it to the best of the providers ability. Every single person, every single time. No excuses. Leave your personal problems at the door and do your job and fucking do it properly.

It disappoints and frustrates me that so many people in the hospitality industry can’t seem to uphold standards. They just stop caring. They walk in the door and do the minimum just to get paid at the end of the week and leave as quickly as they can. It doesn’t bother them if there are an abundance of short cuts being made because at the end of the day, the bare minimum is done and they can go home.

It makes people like me wonder if it’s worth caring.

Luckily, I’m privileged enough to know people with the same expectations as me – and that’s enough to keep me sane.

That said, sometimes you accidentally stumble across people with the same values as you, when you aren’t expecting it and that brings me to Saturday just gone. We played (and by played I mean totally ruled) at Black Cherry’s Christmas party at The Factory Theatre in Marrickville. After we loaded in and set our stuff up and got our sound check out of the way, my girlfriend and I ducked off to grab some dinner.

We walked up the street to the Vic on the Park because it was the closest place to eat and we could just walk there. We walked in and took a look at the menu and both decided the Pork Chop sounded good. That with vegies.

We went over to the counter and the chef came over to take our order as it was only a tiny kitchen and the waitress was out clearing tables. He informed us that he was out of the Pork. Damn. Oh well, the next item down was a garlic and rosemary marinated Lamb Chop. This sounded equally as good. Oh, nope… they had ran out of those too. It had been a busy weekend he said, after he questioned “what kind of chef am I? oh my god”.
He sat down. He meant business. He went through what he had run out of, and offered us a couple of things he could do which weren’t on the menu. We both settled on chicken schnitzel with vegies and dianne sauce. I added some mashed potato to mine after he assured me it wasn’t “the powdered stuff, I make it properly”.

After getting free softdrink from the bar, we proceeded out to the beer garden and 10 minutes later our meal was ready. The schnitzel was awesome. It was obvious that it was prepared fresh. It wasn’t thin and overcooked like most places do and it actually tasted like chicken should, not like cardboard.
The vegies were great. It was simply broccoli, carrot and cauliflower sauteed in butter and garlic. Seasoned beautifully. He accidentally left the dianne sauce off and after I mentioned it to the waitress she ran back in and returned a couple of minutes later with a jug of it. It was a little heavy on the worcestershire, but I didn’t mind that because again, you could tell he made it fresh. And I happen to like worcestershire sauce. Also, as he assured me his mashed potato was actually made with potatoes.

As we finished the chef came out to check how it was and cleared our plates for us. We had a quick chat with him before we left and he apologised for the third time about our first two orders being unavailable. He was a really nice guy who obviously took pride in what he did. Everything he cooked was freshly prepared and it was so refreshing. You could tell.

It seemed to me as though he had only recently started leasing that kitchen (I might be wrong and I hope I am). Either way it was apparent that he had not lost the love for food and what he was producing. Even though he was only cooking simple pub food, it was inspiring. He cared. I hope he holds on to that love and passion and doesn’t fall into the rut that so many (fucking lazy) people seem to and start taking short cuts that inevitably lead to shitty, uninspired and disappointing meals and restaurant experiences. The world (and the hospitality industry) needs more people like him.

There you go, I’m not always a snobby prick.

Learning curves

Posted in Drunk, Food, Smokin D with tags on 26/08/2010 by gayparis

Remember that letter of complaint I wrote to the cafe? (in the Smokin’ D does food section)

There was an article in the paper this week. Their rent has been increased. They can no longer afford to pay themselves a wage. Their business has declined so much since they opened in January that they are now facing the very real possibility of closing.

I think there is a lesson to be learned here, everybody:

Smokin’ D knows best. Always.

They obviously didn’t take any of my advice on board. Maybe I should take them up on my offer of helping them lock their doors?