tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22640976938890331292024-03-14T07:55:49.893-04:00My Amazing Journey From the Office... to the KitchenDocumenting my two-year journey from corporate boaster to kitchen roaster, and everything in between. I was never big on writing, but felt compelled to share my insights in hopes that they'll inspire others to believe. For me, sharing this is therapeutic and hopefully it'll help me figure out what lies ahead. I dedicate this blog to everyone who's helped me along the way: those who believed in me, crazy enough to take a chance on me, and patient enough to put up with me. I am truly thankful.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-3978852596941209742012-06-21T15:27:00.000-04:002012-06-21T00:03:16.926-04:00Lessons Learned #1<div class="p1">
So what did I learn during my culinary tenure? To survive in a highly demanding kitchen like Colborne Lane in 2009, you need careful organization and unwavering precision. Multi-tasking expected. The ability to take orders and follow directions. Check. Being a cook is not only physically gruelling, but mentally taxing and emotionally draining. You need hands of steel, and balls of glory to endure the daily beating down of your ego. It will bring you to your knees if you lack confidence or the skills to put out plate after plate of only your best cooking. </div>
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Still, I was and will always be inspired by the humility and camaraderie in the kitchen. Though there are a few bad apples, I've been fortunate enough to have met groups of hardworking, exceptionally well-mannered and friendly people. It takes a certain special personality to cut it in the kitchen, but mostly, it just takes a humble heart, and brute force willingness to learn. Leave your ego in the alley behind the loading doors. </div>
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The long-awaited Toronto Life review was finally been published on September 22: <a href="http://www.torontolife.com/daily/daily-dish/from-the-print-edition-daily-dish/2011/09/22/chris-nuttall-smith-acadia/">http://www.torontolife.com/daily/daily-dish/from-the-print-edition-daily-dish/2011/09/22/chris-nuttall-smith-acadia/</a>. </div>
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We spent weeks preparing for this, and after coming back twice, Chris sparred no details in his article. All the cooks at the restaurant were nervous, both if the reviews were good and bad. If bad, we'd all be losing our marbles. If good, we'd all know the restaurant would be an utter shit-show for the next season. Everything was riding on <i><b>this</b></i> review. </div>
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The verdict: 3.5 stars out of 5. Not bad. </div>
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We got a tweet from Chris the night before. He wished us luck, and told us that no restaurant in the history of Toronto Life has ever gotten more than 3 stars upon opening. The only other restaurant that had 3 stars: Colborne Lane. THAT is what makes it all worthwhile. </div>
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Thanks to relentless reviews and countless food writers who have frequented the restaurant. Here's one that was just published on August 10 by The Grid TO:<br />
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It was another 6-day week for us. Lots of drinking necessary after each service.<br />
<br />Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-22216362979277759432012-06-06T00:47:00.000-04:002012-06-22T00:45:32.234-04:00Last Stop: Acadia<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was inevitable that I would join the team at Acadia (<a href="http://www.acadiarestaurant.com/">http://www.acadiarestaurant.com/</a>). It had been in the works for over six months, and my time to call my own was here. Here we go!</span><br />
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After weeks of preparation, experimentation, trial-and-error, recipe development, we finally had most of the wrinkles ironed out. Final opening day menu ended up from having 19 items, pared down to about 11 items. There was no sense in bursting out of the gates, only to fall flat on our face, shitting the bed in the process because we left no margin for error. Each dish needed to be absolutely perfect, we would be scrutinized repeatedly by food writers and bloggers, and wanna-be foodies for the next eight weeks.<br />
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<i>Opening night dishes:</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">CHESAPEAKE BAY CRAB, SUNGOLD CHOW CHOW, WHIPPED BUTTERMILK, CUCUMBER, CHERVIL</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">SCALLOP W/ CHICKEN CRACKLING, WATERMELON RIND, PARMESAN, ARUGULA</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">KOLAPORE SPRINGS TROUT, SUNCHOKE RELISH, SEA ASPARAGUS, CHARRED SCALLION, OYSTER MAYO</span></div>
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SALAD OF CHICORIES W/ SUNFLOWER SEED, CELERY ROOT, BLACKENED FINGERLING, COFFEE & MOLASSES VINAIGRETTE</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">YARMOUTH ALBACORE W/ BLACKENED SPICE, MAQUE-CHOUX, BROWN BUTTER, CHARRED VEGETABLES, TARRAGON</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">TOMATOES, CELERY, AND PRAWN IN VARIOUS WAYS</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">NS COD CHEEKS W/ BLUE CORNMEAL, PICKLED PRAWN, SUGARCANE, MIRLITONS, BUTTERMILK</span></div>
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ECOLAIT VEAL CHEEK W/ SATSUMA HOPPIN JOHN, PARSLEY ROOT, CHICORY, 70% CHOCOLATE</div>
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Before I left for Spain in March 2012, I had already lined up a cook's position at Origin Restaurant (the sister restaurant of Colborne Lane). When I got back, I called up the chef de cuisine there, and started a few weeks later.<br />
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Anyone who's worked in kitchens will know that service is only as good as its mise en place. In other words, how smooth service is depends largely on how well you've prepared. That includes preparation of today's needs, setting up your station, and preparing for the next day's mise. The Origin kitchen, to be fair, wasn't the worse kitchen to work in, it could just be better. A lot better.</div>
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My demi chef de partie at the time, Ichiban (not his real name), was a Korean guy, mid-20s who worked with the same kind of vigour, dedication, attention to detail, and passion as I did. I worked the early lunch service before handing over station duties to him for dinner service. Every time we were scheduled on together, our raw station ran like a fuckin' well-oiled machine. Like magic!</div>
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Summers in the Origin underbelly literally reached inhumane temperatures. Unlike our service kitchen, our prep space was in the basement. When you factor in the convection oven, three stand up fridges and a walk-in, along with a Sani-Clean, it was a pressure cooker of a different kind. It still amazes me how the dessert station produced what it produced when the temperatures routinely reached 40 plus degrees C.</div>
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But like all the proverbial good things, it all came to an end in June. Acadia was set to open in July. I needed to jump ship.</div>
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There, you can view a short video, with a demo song, as well as read up on the philosophy behind this project.</div>
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She's raising funds through a community based funding platform called Kickstarter. She ONLY has until 02 June 2012 to reach her goal, and it's ALL OR NOTHING. Every $1 counts, and it would mean the world to me if you would consider making a pledge to this worthy cause. Even if you just share the link around with your friends and family, that would be awesome! </div>
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You won't lose money! THIS PROJECT WILL ONLY BE FUNDED IF AT LEAST $3,000 IS PLEDGED BY SATURDAY JUN 2, 11:39PM EDT. </div>
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Thanks everyone for your support!</div>Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-23616728505395239262012-05-08T11:15:00.000-04:002012-05-08T11:16:47.754-04:00Get Off That Couch!<b>WE'VE ALL HEARD IT BEFORE . . . </b><br />
just as soon as ... [____] happens, I will start my business, ... i have ['x'] number of dollars in the bank, I will take the plunge, or ... once I have all of the details sorted out, I am going to start making my dream a reality.<br />
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While I applaud thoughtful preparations, I'm also here to encourage you to step forth into the great unknown. If you wait for perfection before you launch your ideas, you could be waiting forever.<br />
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<b>THE $100 STARTUP</b><br />
I'm a big fan of Chris Guillebeau and his blog, <a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/" target="_blank">The Art of Non-Conformity</a>. As a non-conformist myself, I appreciate his words of wisdom, and enjoy being reinvigorated by the projects he writes about.<br />
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Today, his new book <i><a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/the-100-startup-is-live/" target="_blank">The $100 Startup</a></i> hits the stands, and I recommend it for anyone that needs a push in starting their dream. I'm an advocate of taking control of your work - and this book, which focuses on micro-entrepreneurs (i.e. entrepreneurs who start businesses that largely consist of themselves alone - no employees), provides endless inspiration for figuring out how to get your own business (or side project) up and running in a real way.<br />
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Just remember, the book is a step in the right direction, not a crutch that fools you into thinking you are taking action - use it to inspire your ideas and put them into ACTION.<br />
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And if Chris' words resonate with you, too, let him know in person. His book tour starts in NYC today, but you can catch him all over the country in the coming weeks.<br />
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I'll be catching him when he drops by Toronto next month. Everyone is welcome to join me June 18th @7:00PM at the Chapters/Indigo store on Bay/Bloor.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-20579875517636385452012-01-23T18:16:00.001-05:002012-01-23T18:16:43.553-05:00¡Hola!I just returned from my trip to Switzerland, the South of France, and London. Took a few days to readjust and to get back into the thick of things. Right now, I'm in the midst of application upon applications, in an effort to feed my bank account once again. In the meantime, I wanted to get back in touch with my readers, and pour my thoughts onto the screen again. It's good to be back!<br />
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Life after the office was a relief. There was an immediate sense that things were going to be okay, and that the decision to leave was invariably the right one. I had no regrets (and still don't). I was ready to move on. So I pack my bags and left for Spain for three weeks. I left my job on the Friday, and was on the plane Monday. I had no idea what kind of an influence the gastronomic culture there would have on me and my future, but I wanted to experience something new.<br />
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I was determined to eat my way through most of Spain:<br />
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A friend of mine who lived and worked in Spain with his wife kindly took me in for the week while I was in Barcelona. This was one of those places where I've read about, and knew it had a superb food scene. Ferran's experimental laboratory was situation in the Las Ramblas district after all. We had a chance to visit <i>Tickets</i>, an Adria joint-effort operation. Think of it like an upscale cocktail/tapas bar, with the expected modern twist.<br />
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Saint-Sébastien was arguably the highlight of the journey. It was unlike just about anywhere else in Spain, with an unwavering hold onto its Basque traditions, language, and customs. "Calimocho" became "kalimoxo" and "tapas" became "pintxos". A slight adjustment, but as I'm told, the Basque dialect was very different than Castillian Spanish. After settling into our hotel, we decided to head out to the old town for a bite to eat. We asked for the more local "tinto de verano" rather than the sangria that most tourists opt for. Tinto is the local drink of red wine mixed with either lemon Fanta, orange Fanta, or Sprite/7-Up, rather than a cocktail of random fruits found in sangria. Many don't know the difference, but you score at least a little more respect from your drinking buddies if you stay away from the more touristic sangria. Each pintxos bar has its own speciality, and its not recommended that you stay in one for the entire night. Instead, locals bar hop, ordering a glass of wine and eating only what is best at one, before moving on to another. Rinse and repeat.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-10225359268584596662011-12-16T03:17:00.003-05:002012-01-23T16:09:37.549-05:00The Office ParadigmIt was beginning to get a little colder in November of 2010. My day job was beginning to feel like prison. That the only purpose for even waking up in the mornings were so that I could get a head start on updating my Facebook status. And even then, that only killed five seconds of boredom.<br />
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It wasn't so much that the job was boring, but it was that I'd been there for almost seven years already. The job, despite several promotions (which were actually more like "advancements by default"), was actually quite decent. My co-workers were in fact good people albeit perhaps too civil... too plastic. You see, what I've come to realize in office culture, is that people are excruciatingly diplomatic, overly concerned with keeping the peace, that you don't feel like you actually really KNOW anyone. It's like being reprimanded by your boss, but you leave their office feeling strangely motivated to "do better". Like there's a balancing force that enslaves employees, motivating them just enough with a healthy splash of demoralization. This strange phenomenon is what I like to call "The Office Paradigm". It's experienced by nearly all nine-to-fivers, with people from all over the corporate world who can testify to this at some point in their careers.<br />
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Many who are caught in this paradigm shift, may never get out. Perpetually subjected to meaningless performance appraisals, and forever trapped in a space-time paradox where each passing year feels just a little bit shorter than the last. The sickening feeling that you may not get the raise you needed to keep pace with inflation and the rising cost of just about everything. Expectations are misunderstood as entitlement, and you find yourself constantly hitting the proverbial glass ceiling. A rat race where only those with just the right social skills stand a chance, and those who do not, fall short. It's a harsh reality that I have since come to accept about the corporate world. It didn't feel comfortable any more.<br />
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When it finally came time for me to resign from my day job the following March, I was a nervous wreck. I didn't sleep much the night before I told my boss, and I remember going into the office that morning aware of the fact that nothing I was doing truly mattered. There was the usual exchange of "<i>good mornings</i>" (which, by my third year there, had turned into a simple "<i>mornin'</i>", then subsequently, if not eloquently, became just "<i>hey</i>" in my final years). It was something that I needed to do, and I didn't know if I could pretend to be civil any more. People started becoming offended with my honesty. Others started feeling like I had run over their cat, or their kids, or grandma the night before. My patience was wearing thin, and I felt that my university degree was being used for things like: changing font colours, and saving as... Something akin to using my academic papers to fix an uneven chair.<br />
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I just didn't belong in a place like this. And it was time to find greener pastures elsewhere. The resignation was quick and precise. I didn't hold back, but also felt that I should at least do this one last thing the right way. I kept it diplomatic, and didn't burn my bridge.<br />
<br />Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-81661649484577289642011-12-10T01:24:00.001-05:002011-12-10T01:44:51.090-05:00The Art of Non-ConformityI've been a regular reader and subscriber to Chris Guillebeau's site <i><a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/" target="_blank">The Art of Non-Conformity</a></i>.<br />
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For those haven't already stumbled on his site, he essentially challenges our conventional beliefs. That if we truly want to do something remarkable with our lives, there is a way. And it doesn't always involve slaving away in a cubicle in hopes of getting that next "big" promotion. Instead, Chris challenges us to push the status quo, and he reminds us that with every success, we need to pay it forward and contribute to the greater good.<br />
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Enough talk, I'll just let you find what you're looking for on his site. You can also access Chris' brand new manifesto, <i>The Tower: A Free Report for a New Way of Life</i> <a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/the-tower/?awt_l=8MbLF&awt_m=JFEzo9COvsnt7W" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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He's been an integral part in helping me think through some of my difficult times. And this is my way of promoting good, honest information. It's comforting to know that the life we envision for ourselves is entirely within our reach.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-91946940886893371732011-11-20T00:05:00.001-05:002012-05-29T15:21:09.199-04:00What is a "Foodie"? [rant in progress]For those who have been regular readers of this, have no doubt realize my distain for foodies. So what is my idea of a "foodie"? Well, it could be anyone who steals everything that's beautiful about our profession and turns it into a side show.. or more accurately, a slide show.<br />
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Foodies are the ones who annoyingly take pictures at restaurants, go home, then blog about their experience to the world. What's worse, they have an overwhelming urge to assume the role of food critic. They've marginalized our profession to nothing more than 160x120 thumbnails. After all, I don't take pictures of my daily excrement to report on last evening's gastronomic indiscretions. Treat shit like shit. Food deserves to be eaten. Don't come into my restaurant, and leave a dish of time-sensitive fois gras dying on the plate. Or have your dining partner wait until you have satiated your selfish urges, before they're able to satiate theirs. It isn't just a matter of etiquette. It just makes sense.<br />
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Anyone with an internet connection and the ability to put two brain cells together could google "maltodextrin", and suddenly they're experts on how to turn liquid fats into powders. Who are they to tell me what the next food trends are, or that my <i>glace de viande</i> lacked body? Just because they may know what half the ingredients are on the menu, doesn't mean they know what to do with them. Even if they knew how to produce the results, they've already taken away the experience by dissecting it. And that's the danger in trying to imitate without first understanding the concepts. Do not, under any circumstances, position yourself as an expert, unless you are willing to put yourself on the line to learn the material.<br />
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Bice Curiger, the editor-in-chief of <i>Parkett</i> magazine, talks extensively about Ferran Adria's relationship with his followers, and the dangers of imitation. She says that "[these] <i>followers merchandise the idea of 'op art' (optical art), putting it into design, turning it into fashion, making it for money</i>". This commercialization essentially blurs the lines between those who truly give a shit about food, and those who simply pretend to.<br />
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Knowledge, creativity and talent is cultivated through dedication and hard work. There are no shortcuts. If you want pictures, get them from the website. Otherwise, just eat the fuckin' food.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-91983918828849488362011-11-19T23:15:00.001-05:002011-12-10T01:19:04.328-05:00Thoughts from the Underbelly: Part 3This was a continuation of my thoughts when I was about 2 months away from making my decision. In my mind, I felt that the decision had already been made. I just needed something to catalyze the events. In the coming weeks, I was so disinterested in my regular job, that waking up felt like I had killed a cat the night before. The guilt of living day-to-day with little or no motivation were like wounds that refused to heal. It become an exercise in futility.<br />
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Sharing hardship breeds unity. Acquiescing to experience brings respect and humbleness. And unless you have worked in a professional kitchen, it is impossible to understand that free-form universe grounded in repetition that is known as professional cooking.<br />
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The best moment in a cook’s career, the time they invariably miss most is that safe, one-of-kind place where everyone knows their role and there is a hard-nosed camaraderie that exists between those who share the same passions. Being with such a close-knit family that can only have developed when everyone survives an adrenaline-fueled service. Nightly battles in the trenches, when the pressure was so intense, and the thought of being thrown off-line so imminent, that you struggle to keep breathing. Then the greatest moment comes when you finally "get it". The moment when you realize that you are cooking without realizing how you're actually doing it. Your actions become so automatic that you go from low-boy to pan, and pan to plate, without even knowing it.<br />
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Ultimately, what I would like to gain from all this, is a sense of identity, a sense of belonging, and to find something that continually lets me learn throughout my life. I’m not interested in something that has a ceiling, something with boundaries and restrictions. What I want is room to grow, a medium in which I can discover who I really am, what I can really do, and what my true potentials are. I may not be cooking all my life, but if I’m serious about this, it’s a fundamental step in the journey to understand myself.<br />
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I've always been willing to show others what I know and what I’ve learned from those who cared enough to show me. I want to inspire others to follow a dream that most people find too daunting and too unrewarding. Cooking professionally definitely isn’t for everyone, but isn’t the chance to realize your potential better than doing what's considered “safe”?Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-36207002433429643042011-11-14T17:01:00.001-05:002011-12-10T01:09:46.389-05:00Thoughts from the Underbelly: Part 2I wrote the following passage when I was at my lowest point in my corporate career. When I was finally ready to say good-bye to my cushy corporate life, and embark on a journey into the culinary underbelly.<br />
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I simply enjoy the tireless work ethics of these 20-somethings who regularly cook some of the best food I've ever eaten. I share in the same appreciation of good food, and visual artistry. I admire how they take what they do seriously, and they take pride in how things get done. The idea that if you do something enough times, you're going to get better at it. These people are in essence, professionals; they're unique and they're good at what they do. They should be respected for this. I challenge any pompous schmuck who doubts this to work service at a busy restaurant and it's almost a certainty they will be offended by the dirty chatter and sorely ache the next day.<br />
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Ironically, this self-deprecating journey shouldn't be about anyone else but me, but it seems to affect everyone around me. On some level, I feel like I've let some people down, while inspiring others to go out on a limb even if I'm fully aware it might break. The ones that have inspired me will always have their place in my journey, and will be a constant reminder of how far I still have to go. I need to be humbled, and reminded that I'm not the know-it-all little shit I thought I was. In this industry, you can leave your ego at the door, or risk having whatever's left of it carved out by a 9.5" sujihiki. </div>
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If there's ever a time, or if there's anything I'd like to take seriously, it's this. I want desperately to be good at something, but really, it's an arbitrary goal that cannot ever be achieved anyway. And that's fine with me. To me, the journey is more important than the destination. It's who you become once you reach your destination that defines who you are, and how others see you. </div>
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Of course, I don't tend to live a life on the line, but I need to be humbled, my ego broken, and I need to learn as much as I can about good food, and surround myself with people who can support whatever dreams I might aspire to pursue. I've seen people's life evolve in the short amount of time I've been there, changing opportunistically as well as through self-motivation.</div>
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So it appears that the countdown has begun, at least for now. Hopefully this time it will stick, and I can finally allow myself to jump into the unknown once again. It surprises me that even though it's worked out great all the previous times, that I still find a way to dispel the confidence I might otherwise have. It's not the way to go, and I know it.</div>Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-91767173694367236292011-11-14T16:58:00.001-05:002011-12-10T01:12:52.441-05:00Thoughts from the Underbelly: Part 1When I was weighing the pros and cons of transitioning from the corporate office to the kitchen, in retrospect, I realize that I was focusing primarily on the pros. I looked at all the things that the experience could provide for me. Deconstructed every argument against it with such conviction that I knew that the move was inevitable.<br />
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I stumbled into the food industry as a relatively older player, playing in a game usually left to more energetic youth. However, I refer to these "youth" with the utmost respect and admiration. Many of us don't think twice about where their plate of food comes from. Whether it's a $43 plate of lamb loin <i>sous vide</i> with lamb shank cannelloni, or a $14 plate of spaghetti bolognese, chances are someone who is a fraction of my age prepared it.</div>
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I hesitate to categorize my enjoyment of food merely as a "hobby", a "phase", or even a "passion". I don't think either extreme is healthy, and does it even need to be categorized at all? As someone who's nearing 30, time is of the essence, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel some pressure to "figure this all out".</div>
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Why do I struggle in making a decision that at first thought, feels like the right decision, only to succumb to the debilitating desire for a stable pay cheque? If we all did things for money, then artists and musicians would not exist, creativity dwindles and fades. Not saying that I'm either Rembrandt or Blumenthal by any stretch of the imagination, but who said it was a prerequisite?</div>Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-4363825436537403342011-11-12T00:38:00.001-05:002011-11-12T00:48:18.251-05:00An Honest ReadIf you really want to get an honest perspective on what it's like to work in a professional kitchen, I would recommend Anthony Bourdain's book, <i>Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly</i>. Though it would be nice, I do not receive any money by promoting this book. Not that he needs my endorsement. It's simply a good read. <br />
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So I plugged away at Colborne Lane as a <i>stagiere</i> for about 10 months, volunteering my weekend and pent up energy that I had leftover from my day job as a marketing professional. I'm not saying that the corporate environment was easy, but perhaps it's just relative.<br />
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By September 2010, the old chef had moved on, and I was offered a chance to work there part-time. I was told I would get paid. But the truth was, I didn't need the money, and it wasn't the reason why I did what I did. The gig was that I could continue to work a full day on Saturday, but that I would also come and work service on Friday nights after I wrapped up my day job. I agreed. Hey, I wasn't about to leave money on the table. For the first week or so, it was if I was living a double life. During the day, I would be decked out in corporate attire, and at night, a hardened knife-wielding professional that prepared some of the most amazing dishes in the city. I was addicted, and food would be my drug of choice.<br />
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Over the next few months, fellow cooks had come and gone through the revolving door the industry is famous for. Some had left to pursue another kitchen to learn from, others for more ideal work schedules. Perhaps the creativity had dried up, or that the type of modern cuisine that had once brought it fame and fortune, had faded. Suddenly no longer the apple of a foodie's eye. I've always hated how these foodies make it seem like they were the first ones to stumble upon a trend that existed a decade ago. Like a giddy fat kid whose eyes light up at the sight of a jelly-filled doughnut. The food industry was transient and everyone just wanted a piece of the next doughnut until every congealed mass of jelly filling was sucked out of it, rendering it meaningless.<br />
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I also began to consider what might happen should I decide to do this as a career. Did I really want to become a cook? Seriously become one of them?! Needless to say, I would ponder many questions over the next little while, as I continued to enjoy free booze after service, every week. After all, alcohol makes everything seem clearer and more obvious, right?Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-14135550031241474642011-11-10T03:30:00.002-05:002011-11-10T03:30:37.482-05:00A Quick ReflectionI've been busy these last few days trying to plan my trip to Switzerland and France. However, I wanted to throw what's on my mind out there for you guys. <div>
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Initially, it was difficult for me to accept the idea that if I were to jump in head first, I would be subjecting myself to something I like to call, "industry shock". The sudden realization that all the comforts you once had, begin to vanish, only to be replaced by a billowing interest in food and food culture. As a marketing professional, and now, into the depths of the kitchen. How was I going to cope? Was my body going to react like a 14-year old boy after he stumbled upon his father's booze and suddenly found a new best friend called Jack Daniel? I wanted to really reflect upon these great questions. </div>
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I was shown where to change, as I came only prepared with my checks from school, my steel toes, and the usual cook's tools. There I stood, a foreigner among a group of seasoned professionals. A stranger among those who seemed to move almost automatically, as if by some unseen form of energy. I would later realize that this energy was called pure adrenaline.<br />
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The <i>chef de cuisine</i> there told me to shadow the <i>garde manger</i> station today, led by a Japanese fellow who looked like he could turn me into sashimi if he wanted to. Instead, I was told to julienne lemon peel that would garnish a new dish they were serving tonight. I quickly realized that I was a tortoise running in a hare's race. My knife skills weren't bad. There's was just much better.<br />
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Next came the crème fraîche pearls, produced in a bath of liquid nitrogen. Small droplets of cream instantly freezing upon contact was something that although conceptually familiar, but in practice, nothing I had ever seen before. Next up were frying sage, picking micro greens, and variety of other small tasks.<br />
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5:34pm: Service started with a tasting for 2. Each dish began with a meticulous polish of the plate with acidulated water. The chef de cuisine, I learned quickly, ruled the kitchen with an iron fist, and demanded perfection. If there was a spot, if a component was misaligned, the contents thrown out. The plate started over. As service picked up, I could tell that things were starting to turn from smooth to hectic. Turns out that plating dishes that had over 12 components on them takes time. I could watch no longer.<br />
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7:14pm: The peak of service hit with a string of customers all coming in for their late first seating. I pitched in the only way I knew how. Polish plates. To ensure that my fingerprints did not transfer onto the plate, I had to hold the plate on its rim. A habit that was so beat into me, I still hold plates the exact same way. Occasionally, I would place a garnish on there every so gently, and ever so slowly. A pace that quickly earned me a, 'faster!' or 'go go go!' from the chef.<br />
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10:47pm: End of service. 107 covers. And beers for everyone. I was told to leave when I wanted to, but decided to stay to help the crew clean down. Asking if I could do this again next week, the chef replied, 'see you next week'.<br />
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The next morning. Entire body sore. This was the most alive I had ever felt.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-66969992960911287522011-11-06T17:05:00.002-05:002011-11-06T17:10:25.363-05:00Interesting?For all those readers who have stumbled upon this blog, I'll continue to post every day, or at least as regularly as I possibly can.<br />
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In addition to my story, I'll also be posting other interesting things as well. I want this blog to continue evolving and grow organically. So help me make this blog more relevant to you. What would you like to know, what would you like to see, and such?<br />
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Thank you!Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-16865246626636938902011-11-06T16:25:00.000-05:002011-11-06T17:06:52.876-05:00The Big BreakWhy culinary school? Well, quite simply, I wanted to cook and cook well. Better than the run-of-the-mill "foodies" (more on these types later). More knowledgeable than your everyday home cook.<br />
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My food theory class was taught by none other than a famous "grill guy" on TV. During one of his lectures, he tossed about the idea that for those serious about cooking.. i mean, really serious, about a career in the restaurant business, that it would be worthwhile to first <i>stage</i> at a restaurant to get a reality check. For those who aren't familiar, a <i>stage</i> is simply industry terminology for "free labour". In return, you obtain an unimaginable first-hand experience into the working profession.<br />
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So over the next couple of lectures, and during my days working as a marketing profession, I started to really give this serious consideration. After all, what would I have to lose? I decided to give it a shot. The restaurant: Colborne Lane in downtown Toronto (<a href="http://www.colbornelane.com/">www.colbornelane.com</a>). During its prime, various magazines had voted it as one of the most exciting new restaurants in the world. Toronto Life also awarded Colborne Lane with four stars. It almost never happens.<br />
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A phone call, and several emails later, I was in. I could not believe at the time that someone with no industry experience, could obtain such a glorious opportunity to experience, and to learn. This would later change any perceptions I had of the industry and everyone in it.<br />
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The following Saturday I would subsequently circle on my calendar.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264097693889033129.post-57373338022474032862011-11-05T23:44:00.000-04:002011-11-05T23:44:34.193-04:00The Pre-2009 EraI guess I should begin by telling everyone a little something about the angle I'm coming from. So I'm calling this post the "pre-2009" era.<br />
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First of all, I come from a Chinese-Canadian family who, not unlike many others at the time, decided to get into the restaurant business. Suffice it to say that growing up in a restaurant serving horridly Westernized Chinese food, was not without its challenges. Though I fought tooth-and-nail to have a general appreciation for food, it was a difficult when your biggest seller were chicken balls (last time I checked, chickens didn't have balls... and they certainly wouldn't have been white meat).<br />
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Juggling school and restaurant was an intriguing experience that I suppose helped shaped who I was at the time. In retrospect, perhaps it could have turned out differently, but I digress...<br />
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Having gone through the usual high school to university transition, and graduating with an honours degree in biological chemistry, social norms thought it was time for me to get a job. So I did. Fresh out of university, and high on the freedoms that my job, and my income provided, everything felt... well, felt "right". But was it? That depends on who you ask.<br />
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Seven years, and several promotions later, the definition of "right" started to become a bit foggy. So I did what any 27-year old did to set things "right". I went to culinary school.<br />
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Perhaps it was a response to something I hadn't done in my early years. To rebel, to challenge, or to simply do everything in my power to piss off my family. After all, you could imagine how the conversations went: 'um, Dad?' 'Yes, son.' 'Remember when you had to work so hard to get me through school so that I wouldn't have to labour like you did? Well, I'm thinking of actually CHOOSING to have the kind of life you did!' *blank stare* You get the idea.<br />
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Ironically, my parents never really had a short leash on my career aspirations in my adult years. So I went to culinary school. And in 2009, on a frosty day in November during a class on food theory, that's where I got my break.Gastrochinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00865004335624874726noreply@blogger.com0