Don’t mess with a chef (with or without a knife)
I have the ability to annoy chefs. The first time was on a boat trip between Cape Town and Durban. It was our first cruise and most enjoyable, but when I was younger, I enjoyed cooking more than eating. My husband and the friends we shared the cruise with, thought that they were in heaven because there were breakfast; morning tea; lunch; afternoon tea; dinner; more tea and snacks later – too much for me. All I could do, was to take a few bites to taste and then wait for the next course. The waiter asked a number of times whether there was something wrong with the food. I assured him every time that everything was perfect. When we were dining one evening, dressed up for the evening meal, the pasta was delicious, but I could not finish my serving (she did not finish any serving – Master of the House). And suddenly a very angry Italian chef appeared at our table and wanted to know why I was not eating his food. I tried to explain, but the next moment he took a fork and started feeding me. Needless to say, my husband and friends thought that it was hilarious and burst out into a fit of laughter when the chef marched back to his kitchen.
Well, it happened again. The next time was in Istanbul. It was our first trip to Istanbul and everything was so new, different and exotic! When we arrived in Istanbul on a Sunday morning, we put our luggage in the hotel room and then were off to explore. After a while, we decided to try the local food – we do not eat Kentucky or McD – not even in our own country. So, in a restaurant – which was more like a café with tables and chairs – we ordered Dönner kebabs served in a bun. It was tasty, but again, too much for me to finish. While I was eating, the café owner (or whoever he was) rushed over to me, took the bun from my plate, looked at the contents and then, angrily, he said a few words in Turkish and rushed off to the kitchen.
That was enough for me. I thought it wise to disappear before the Turk could make another move – most probably with a cook’s knife in his hand. Luckily we have already paid our bill when we ordered and we dashed out of the café. Never to return again to that specific café.
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