I’m a cook at a gastropub.
So a bartender hates mayo and asks for a burger for himself with no mayo. So a cook fills the hamburger buns with mayo like you fill donuts with jelly. So the bartender checks and sees no mayo, bites into the burger, and gets a mouthful of mayo.
Same bartender another time asks for mashed potatoes. The cook makes a roux (flour mixxed with a fat, often butter) puts it in a bowl, gives it to the bartender. Bartender is like “you know? i don’t want it anymore” bartender gives it to a customer at the bar. Customer eats the entire bowl, says its the best mashed potatoes he has ever had!
ummm, a head chef i once worked for convinced a waitress that the duck’s neck was the duck’s penis and the waitress was a cook’s gf, and she wouldn’t believe her bf that it wasn’t a penis…
One time a manager saw something wasn’t labled in the walk in fridge, (health code mandates food needs to be labled and dated) told all the cooks to label everything in the kitchen, so we literally labled everything, the floors, the walls, everything. My favorite was i labled the freezer so that when it was open just slightly you could read a label that said “ajar”