I eat supermutants
I'm your friend, Jesus.
So this happened to me today. I know this is going to seem far fetched as there is no physical evidence of it happening outside of eye witnesses, no autographs or pictures but it did. Let me start at the beginning of my shift at work. It started like any other shift, on sundays I am the kitchen manager. I come in before everyone else. Start the soup, come up with a special, stock, prep and get ready for dinner. This day was a little more stressful since we had a few parties and a tour bus booked for the day so extra needed to be done. My cooks showed up, we got set up early, which is good cause it does give us a little extra time to shoot the shit and joke around. Well opening rolls around, bus arrives, we cook the food send it out and get told this bus was super happy with their meal. It always makes me feel good to hear that.
Well a short while after that the floor manager informs me that we have a V.I.P joining us tonight. Of course I need to maintain composure and remind her that all customers are equal, doesn't matter who. Same quality and service for all. I wouldn't feed shitty food to a coal miner nor Jesus. I take pride in my work. Anyways a server randomly comes back after a time and ask if we can cook a porter house porkchop medium. I said "Of course, as a matter of fact it is standard practice and only cook them at higher temps if requested."
The order rolls in. Fuck, it's not just a pork chop, it's five drunk salmons, two porkchops, and a chutney salmon. I'm on saute tonight. Alright, I roll into professional mode. I dust the five salmon, get them in the oil, start the diane for the chops, get some snap peas hot, finish the salmon, send it out. No problems. Everything looked and tasted great. After about 20 minutes I go to get the sidework done. Take out some trash and whatnot. Then the server tells me "Our guest would like to let you know that the drunk salmon was great." I think to myself of "That's nice.". Then she tells me "You just fed Morgan Freeman." I could barely sputter a sentence. I got excited and happy. One of my favorite actors enjoyed my food. I'm overjoyed really.
Well I go back to my sidework still giddy, only for the server to come back and say "They would like to meet you and thank you personally." I immediately start getting nervous, shaky and self conscious. Like holy shit. I'm dirty, I smell, my hat is dirty. New apron. That'll do the trick. Wash your hands damnit. Fuck. Okay. Let's do this. I walk in the room and he had an entourage of about 7 people. His wife, his agent, a couple of other people I am not familiar with. An older gent at the table announces "Here he is, the chef." of course I'm not the chef but I am acting chef today. I say "Thank you." with a polite nod. I am a wreck at this point. The first words out of Morgan Freeman's mouth, "So why don't have any freshwater fish?", which is a good question. We are known for our beef, but do have an abundance of freshwater sources. They all are super polite and full of questions. I explained that we used to supply rainbow trout at one point but the hatchery that supplied them unfortunately closed. The older fellow who announced me let me know for such a small town has an absolutely impressive wine collection. I let him know "It's my bosses pride and joy." because it actually is. He is wacky for wine. Maintaining my composure is difficult. Not staring. Answering questions and such. The two that had the porkchops had to let me know that they were perfect. I told them I'd let my grill hand know. They were all very nice. I thanked them for being so nice and thanked them for the kind words and Mr. Freeman grabbed his glass of wine "Those are the last kind words you'll hear out of these guys.". Everyone laughed and so did I. It relieved the tension and kindly thanked them all.
I have not been able to pry the smile off my face since. This was one of the best days I've had in a long while. I spent the rest of my work day just happy that I met him, talked to him and he enjoyed his meal. I owe Morgan Freeman some fresh water fish it seems. I may never cross that off a list but if he finds himself in Wyoming again I will certainly try.
Have any of you met anyone famous? I am curious. How did you feel when you did? I personally, the level of the actor them self, have been starstruck as it seems. Shawshank is one of my favorite movies of all time and Red as a character was a huge part of that love.
Well a short while after that the floor manager informs me that we have a V.I.P joining us tonight. Of course I need to maintain composure and remind her that all customers are equal, doesn't matter who. Same quality and service for all. I wouldn't feed shitty food to a coal miner nor Jesus. I take pride in my work. Anyways a server randomly comes back after a time and ask if we can cook a porter house porkchop medium. I said "Of course, as a matter of fact it is standard practice and only cook them at higher temps if requested."
The order rolls in. Fuck, it's not just a pork chop, it's five drunk salmons, two porkchops, and a chutney salmon. I'm on saute tonight. Alright, I roll into professional mode. I dust the five salmon, get them in the oil, start the diane for the chops, get some snap peas hot, finish the salmon, send it out. No problems. Everything looked and tasted great. After about 20 minutes I go to get the sidework done. Take out some trash and whatnot. Then the server tells me "Our guest would like to let you know that the drunk salmon was great." I think to myself of "That's nice.". Then she tells me "You just fed Morgan Freeman." I could barely sputter a sentence. I got excited and happy. One of my favorite actors enjoyed my food. I'm overjoyed really.
Well I go back to my sidework still giddy, only for the server to come back and say "They would like to meet you and thank you personally." I immediately start getting nervous, shaky and self conscious. Like holy shit. I'm dirty, I smell, my hat is dirty. New apron. That'll do the trick. Wash your hands damnit. Fuck. Okay. Let's do this. I walk in the room and he had an entourage of about 7 people. His wife, his agent, a couple of other people I am not familiar with. An older gent at the table announces "Here he is, the chef." of course I'm not the chef but I am acting chef today. I say "Thank you." with a polite nod. I am a wreck at this point. The first words out of Morgan Freeman's mouth, "So why don't have any freshwater fish?", which is a good question. We are known for our beef, but do have an abundance of freshwater sources. They all are super polite and full of questions. I explained that we used to supply rainbow trout at one point but the hatchery that supplied them unfortunately closed. The older fellow who announced me let me know for such a small town has an absolutely impressive wine collection. I let him know "It's my bosses pride and joy." because it actually is. He is wacky for wine. Maintaining my composure is difficult. Not staring. Answering questions and such. The two that had the porkchops had to let me know that they were perfect. I told them I'd let my grill hand know. They were all very nice. I thanked them for being so nice and thanked them for the kind words and Mr. Freeman grabbed his glass of wine "Those are the last kind words you'll hear out of these guys.". Everyone laughed and so did I. It relieved the tension and kindly thanked them all.
I have not been able to pry the smile off my face since. This was one of the best days I've had in a long while. I spent the rest of my work day just happy that I met him, talked to him and he enjoyed his meal. I owe Morgan Freeman some fresh water fish it seems. I may never cross that off a list but if he finds himself in Wyoming again I will certainly try.
Have any of you met anyone famous? I am curious. How did you feel when you did? I personally, the level of the actor them self, have been starstruck as it seems. Shawshank is one of my favorite movies of all time and Red as a character was a huge part of that love.
