In a kitchen brigade, as an apprentice, there are a few things that you learn the hard way: watch your finger while you use a knife, make sure the baking sheet is cold before grabbing it, cool down our boiled vegetables in iced water…The list is endless.
It took me no more than 4 days to learn the most important rules of all; let me recount you that story.
It was in 1996, at “La ciboulette” I had been there for a few days, watching how things work, learning and trying to absorb as much as I could. I was coming from a catering school, with a bit of an attitude of know it all. That didn’t last…
On that fine day, the Chef asked me to clean the staircase, I can recall his exact word until today:
“Take the Ajax powder, and clean the stairs one by one, rinse and then dry”
A quick and solid “yes chef” came out of my mouth, that was the beginning of my troubles.
So there I was, bucket of water, brush and Ajax powder in hand, scrubbing the stairs one by one, making sure that there wasn’t a single dirty spot on it. The sous chef pass by and asked me if I used the right detergent to clean; me, full of confidence, replied “yes, the chef told me to use that one.”
He looked at me, smiled and got back to work. I didn’t pay attention at the time, didn’t see the helpful smile on his face that was telling me that I was doing something wrong.
After an hour, stairs clean, rinsed and dry, I get back to the Chef to tell him that I was done.
So there we go. Arrived at the stairs, he stopped suddenly, turn around and ask me a simple question: “What did you use to clean the stairs?”. In my inexperienced self-confidence, I replied “Ajax Chef ! what you told me to use !”. The powder had left a white residue all over after drying, and I wasn’t worry, as it was the Chef who told me to use that product, I thought it was normal.
Nicely at first, he told me that he never say such words and cocky me, I insisted, repeated those same words. What a mistake !!!!!!
His face turned red, his mouth opened as never I’d seen it before, the amount of decibel coming out from it was ear shattering. I backed up against the wall, feeling in danger, and got the worst scolding of my life !! I suddenly had new adjectives attached to my name, very colorful ones. French !!!
At the end of it, I got to clean the stairs again, Rinse them again, and dust all the remaining powder that was left. I was angry, I knew I was right, that he made a mistake, not me.
After being done, I put all the cleaning equipment away and I see Max, the sous chef, a smile on his face. He takes me to a corner and tells me this:
” Jerome, there are 2 rules in a kitchen.
Number one, the chef is always right, and number 2, even when the chef is wrong, he’s right.”
From that day forth, I never argued with the Chef; well almost never. I learned to swallow my pride and redo the job if I had to. These rules will always be part of me, and thanks to Max and the chef, a whole new generation of apprentice are learning it now…From me.