6-10-04

It’s a pub today to help the chef whilst his ‘sous’ gets over a drug induced psychotic episode that has taken him on a long walk towards the sea to escape the pink elephant that has been after him these past five years. It must have been some truly bad shit he was using. The kitchen is a room about the size of my bathroom, (as mentioned before my bathroom is smaller than most bathrooms). Out of this hellhole these guys churn out a larger than average menu to what must be a less than discerning clientele. The board menu runs the gamut from nachos to fillet steak with all of the trimmings, there is a Chinese stir-fry, pasta dishes, seafood specialties, grills, traditional English “fayre”, Indian curry, Indonesian, TexMex and so many other items, too many to be listed here. The walk in fridge is a lifesaver although it is situated a short hike down the yard in a shack that looks like my dads tool shed. It rained today and the chef told me, “it is the walks in the rain that remind me I am still alive”. Amen to that brother.