I shouldn’t watch TV – it gets me so upset sometimes. I’ve largely given up watching news on TV because of the sheer amount of it that is so bad. I don’t need to know about the murders, fires and other disasters that happen around the world. Unless it’s happening in my street or to my fairly small circle of family and friends, I don’t want to know.
So, when I do watch TV, it’s for the light and fluffy entertainment. You know – the occasional movie or food show, a comedy or something along those lines. I can’t watch soaps, sit-coms or crime shows either – I can feel brain-cells dying and if I”m going to kill brain cells, I’d prefer to do it with alcohol.
Anyway, what I did watch the other night was Gordon F*cking Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares – he was trying to organise a restaurant that had been recently purchased and which was going backwards at a rate of knots. At the end of the show, I was completely aghast, and it had nothing to do with Ramsay’s swearing (my language is far FAR worse than his).
Firstly, I couldn’t believe that anyone who owns a restaurant could have completely NO IDEA about what goes on inside it. If I’d just spent the equivelent of over a million dollars on something, you can be sure that I’d be going through it with a fine tooth comb!!! The owner clearly had no clue whatsoever about food, cooking or what her so-called chef was doing. She clearly bought the place because of the happy memories she had there (she’d been married there years before) rather than because of any clear-sighted business reasoning.
Secondly, I can’t believe the owner didn’t twig to the fact that her chef couldn’t cook. The place was huge and it was mostly empty despite huge portions at low prices. Sure – the decor was a bit dated and apparently the menu was too – but if the food is good, people will turn up anyway. There was one part of the program where my mouth was hanging open. The chef was making some fish dish for Ramsay, who’s response was something like “It’s okay but it would be better without the scales”. And, although there’s a chance that I misheard the reply, I would have sworn the chef said something like “I didn’t have time”.
Didn’t have time. To scale the fish.
If it had been my restaurant, I would have fired him on the spot. If that’s his idea of time management, he’s not good enough. But I don’t think it was about having time, I think that he just forgot. But he should have said so. “Sorry – I was so rattled with the film crew here that I forgot”. Or even “Sorry – that was so-and-so’s responsibility to prep and I didn’t catch the mistake.” But “didn’t have time” was the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard. Would you not have time to cook a steak so you send the raw meat out to a paying customer?? I think not. And to then have the effrontery to try such a pathetic excuse was, for me, the final straw.
Anyhow, long story short, I turned off the TV at the end (the chef buggered off to serve microwave food in a pub and the owner eventually replaced him with someone who could actually cook) completely aghast at the stupidity and criminal negligence displayed. Good lord. I begin to understand why there are so many cafes and restaurants that open and go bust within a few months. Scary stuff.