Here some private notes on kitchen work and gastronomy. Recently I’ve been thinking about it more often. I feel, like there’s a lot of judging involved, like as with life in general. I admit, I ain’t a big fan of it but no professional myself in not judging. Doing my best in at least trying.
Reality is, kitchen work is hard. Gastronomy is tough, serving people and being friendly everyday is not meant for everyone. If you are nice in general, it may seem normal and people may take it for granted. I rather feel like it’s nonetheless a gift given to you, and worth some appreciation and respect, too. Not to speak of fair wages! It’s rare to find great people, serving customers in friendly manners from day to day. It’s one of the most important aspects in gastronomy: great service. So appreciate great service and tip well. Nonetheless, don’t judge bad service, don’t take it personally, don’t excuse or accept it, speak up but show compassion for everyone has a bad day once in a while. I feel like, online rating services like yelp are for cowards. Show respect to receive equal treating in return. Treat as you wish you were treated (in the words of Kimya Dawson once again!) Don’t be a dick, show your gratitude.
This about service. Compliment more often. Let the world know if you felt comfortable. Let the world know if you felt uncomfortable but work with arguments and examples if you can. Give constructive feedback.
Now to kitchen work, it’s rough and not made for everyone. It’s hot at times, it’s sweaty, stressful and rewarding! I find, it’s a great place when everything works hand in hand, smoothly and respectfully. Still, it’s no great place for very emotional minds. You gotta be real. Fucking real. And focussed. Otherwise, it won’t be much fun, you’ll soon lose your motivation. Your motivation should be born from passion. Never subsiding passion. Also, for me personaly, distinguishing between work and private life is essential for working well in the kitchen. I need this.
I don’t know if there’s any thread in this. However, just some thoughts that needed to be written down, shared and maybe of interest to anyone.
Now to my most important thought the other day. As of right now I work in a café that is often referred to as being a ‘hipster’ place (Whatsoever that category implies. Too much judging on this terms as well.). If it’s not exclaimed as being ‘hipster’, it’s spoken of as a place ‘for/ or full of mothers’. ‘Always’ full of strollers and mothers.
I am often times not a fan of strollers blocking everyone’s way or self-rightously taking up much space. I feel like mother’s need to think more out of the box, too and respect their environment and singles and non-mothers and everybody else, as much as they want to be recognized and accepted. However, one question: why shouldn’t they be allowed to enjoy a slice of cake and a good coffee? Especially with all the time on their hands. That’s what I’d like to do in my freetime too, with or without child. As said, I not always support their slightly blind behavior towards other customers, but every situation at the time. Not every mother’s the same.
And now to my ACTUAL point. Have you ever considered the following fact of roomy coffee shops being actually also VERY practical for people in wheelchairs and not only a place ‘especially’ for mother ‘always’ equipped with big prams? I conciously omitted the term disabled for our wheelchair fellows, because they may be but I find it disrespectful. Most oftenly these people have such strong will and struggle with acceptance and finding THEIR room and space. Maybe they had an accident not even caused by them but chance. Maybe they didn’t choose this. Maybe they are sad. Maybe they have a great story to tell and share. Just an assumption: I can’t believe it being easy in nowadays society focussed so much on perfect health and looks. EVERYBODY’S HURTING.
Those roomy coffee shops not only present a great opportunity for mothers to spent time with their new-born, they also give enough space to people in wheelchairs. Making it easier for them to move around. Ever thought about it? Let’s just all try enjoy the same in life. We’re not THAT much different. And if you feel you are (I include myself here), work on your ACCEPTANCE, PATIENCE, TOLERANCE, COMPASSION and UNDERSTANDING. Try a NO-JUDGING hour, maybe a whole day. Self-reflect. I’ve tried many years to understand lines of thoughts of people surrounding me. I failed sometimes, I succeded sometimes. If I wouldn’t know, I tolerated. There’s only one thing I dislike greatly, it’s blaming and judging. Often times I wouldn’t experience tolerance or the feeling of being accepted either, but I was still happy doing my thing. Being allowed to do my thing. Judging ain’t no help either. It happens, it happens to me too. But being aware and trying to avoid it more conciously is a great respectable step to a especially nicer and more compassionate, helpful society. That much for not ever being alone but too oftenly feeling like it.
So please, don’t judge a hipster place, or mother’s café. I do it for my passion for food and for the wheelchair folks enjoying a good slice of cake. Quality, passion, reality. Everybody being granted their space.