I’ve cooked for a President, a vice president, a few ambassadors, and a quite a few celebrities. I’ve also cooked for people who could barely pay their bill, but were so happy to have the experience of a lifetime that it didn’t matter if they couldn’t pay their rent that month. I have to say that I am never more driven and satisfied to make the latter wet their panties…or manties. The level of appreciation is heartwarming and extremely motivating.
The acronym VIP makes me want to hurl knives until I see a pool of blood at the feet of those who utter them. As far as I am concerned, every single person sitting at my table is a VIP and deserves the experience of a lifetime. 9 out of 10 times it’s the person who can barely afford it that shows their appreciation when the bill is set in front of them. These so called “VIPS” will haggle for the cheapest deal and then stiff you on the tip at the end. They want everything for nothing and nothing is what I usually get.
Now most of these people weren’t born with silver spoons in their mouths. I know a good portion of them couldn’t have forgotten about the struggle. They have to memorize the lines of entire movies, or shows, or plays for funks sake. I know they have a gazillion assistants doing all their bidding and dirty work and aren’t used to having to do anything for themselves. I know that Donatella and Giorgio and Ralph usually hand them their goody bags personally. I certainly don’t want to bite the hand that feeds me, but I guess what I am trying to say is when it comes to food, I don’t really care WHO you are. I treat VIPS as I would anyone else; with the utmost respect and appreciation and I expect the same in return. I ask, is this too much to ask?
The acronym VIP makes me want to hurl knives until I see a pool of blood at the feet of those who utter them. As far as I am concerned, every single person sitting at my table is a VIP and deserves the experience of a lifetime. 9 out of 10 times it’s the person who can barely afford it that shows their appreciation when the bill is set in front of them. These so called “VIPS” will haggle for the cheapest deal and then stiff you on the tip at the end. They want everything for nothing and nothing is what I usually get.
Now most of these people weren’t born with silver spoons in their mouths. I know a good portion of them couldn’t have forgotten about the struggle. They have to memorize the lines of entire movies, or shows, or plays for funks sake. I know they have a gazillion assistants doing all their bidding and dirty work and aren’t used to having to do anything for themselves. I know that Donatella and Giorgio and Ralph usually hand them their goody bags personally. I certainly don’t want to bite the hand that feeds me, but I guess what I am trying to say is when it comes to food, I don’t really care WHO you are. I treat VIPS as I would anyone else; with the utmost respect and appreciation and I expect the same in return. I ask, is this too much to ask?
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