Re: Truffle infused Kebab......(Mafia Game)
It’s quarter past eleven.
As service approaches all the chefs have gone quiet.
All you can hear is pans clanging, oven doors closing, pots boiling,
the crackle of wild mushrooms being sautéed, someone whisking hollandaise,
“I need black pans” someone shouts aggressively.
The Kitchen porter comes running with a stack of soaking wet cast iron sauté
pans and dumps them on the sauce sections solid top burner.
“F*ck you” he murmurs as he shuffles off.
The sauce chef laughs arrogantly, then looks at the clock.
He stops then pulls out a list of jobs.
“Red wine Shallots….done”
Talking to himself he crosses them off his list.
He glares around the steamy and humid kitchen where all
the chefs are working faster than they have all morning.
As he does so he can smell the different sections getting ready for service.
Crème Anglaise, Veal stock reduction, Bisque, Garlic, Fresh Bread, Ceps.
A culmination of these strong essences and the heat are making him feel nauseous,
then he catches the smell of the hollandaise he hates this smell because it reminds him
it’s nearly service
The last deserts go out to table four, the kitchen has gone deadly quiet again. Marco is in a bad mood, the atmosphere could be cut with a global. Table two had grit in their Oysters, table five waited twenty five minutes for their starters and table ten which happened to be Marco’s old friend Michael Winner, found a pubic hair in his Soufflé. “
This game will start next week, due to holidays.
Do not tell people what roles you have been given!
This will muff the game up.
By all means tell people what chef you are but not your roles.