Words from the Prophetphilosophical jewels within a sea of the ordinary
orcofdoom
read my profile
sign my guestbook

Visit orcofdoom's Xanga Site!

Name: Shawn
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: New York City
Birthday: 7/10/1982
Gender: Male


Interests: people dynamics, body dynamics, theoretical dynamics of movement, practical applications for various esoteric theories, hsing-yi, swing dancing, food
Expertise: there are many things I am rather experienced in, but I am far too humble to call myself an expert


Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM: shaaaaaaawn


Member Since: 9/28/2004

SubscriptionsSites I Read
mtking
Zeal4living
la_faerie_joyeuse
Kate_and_Anabel
lilhelen
tomatocube
bluejanus
illiteratefool
stephliu
freethepress
FaSheezy
crazymerrick
Mikebert
Simone_De_Beauvoir

Blogrings
! Army_Of_Regular_Non-Whiney_Adults !
previous - random - next

Ayn Rand Fans
previous - random - next

Politics, Religion, and Philosophy
previous - random - next

   IN SEARCH OF TRUTH
previous - random - next

Nerds are Hot
previous - random - next

Socrates CafeĀ®
previous - random - next

Tao Te Ching
previous - random - next

Intelligence is Sexy
previous - random - next


Posting Calendar

|<< oldest | newest >>|
view all weblog archives

Get Involved!

Suggest a link

Recommend to friend

Create a site


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Heaven Project

Ok ... so I've been working on this for quite a while.

Step by step, collect the best people within reach.  Show them how awesome and incredible they are.  Eventually, they'll come around my way again.  The world would have made them strong, tough.

At the end of it ... give them all the support they could ever ask for.

Step by step ... in a small region of the world ...

 

I will create heaven.

 

It sounds difficult, or whatever.  The truth is, I'm not the only one doing this.  Everyone is trying to.  They just don't have the same vision that I do.  Everyone, day by day, sorts out who they want to be around and who they don't.  I'm just doing it on a more long term scale.


It will take ... 12 years.


Friday, July 18, 2008

Am I really trying to do this again?

Well ... just like I said I should be done within a month.  I'm definitely getting fed up with the stuck in the mud feeling that I've been having though.  The recipe for success is right there.  My bosses just don't want to give up on anything that someone else has given them good response to.

The thing is, good response has more to do with how much of a personal connection they have with the person asking them how their food is.

I'm just trying to cut over 100k from their payroll, as well as cutting out hundreds of wasted hours spinning wheels.  Anything that you have to prep everyday better be freaking excellent ... or else you're just wasting your time.

 

So here I am ... tuesday ... being a baller.  One of my friends fast-talked his way into this restaurant/lounge/bar-ish thing opening.  Yeah ... we're celebrities ... shmoozing with German models and junk.  At some point, I start chatting with the public relations guy about how many mistakes they made opening this place.  He shoots me over to the owner or big money guy or something, and I start chatting with him about it.  He grabs his personal assistant and she gives me a card insisting I get in touch with them.

The problem with this space is that it has no true identity.  You walk in and feel like you're in a spaceship.  It feels like this is the bar to a much bigger space, but there's only really bar space.  You feel like there should be dancing somewhere but there isn't really space to dance.  They have a menu that screams expensive product poorly executed.  They have a cocktail menu that screams the same thing.  They're located in an already established east village neighborhood.  They are the only weird lounge club-ish something space.  They're definitely visible.  I think the guy I spoke to was the chef/owner.  They don't really have any sort of identity.  Too wacky of a look to be real fine dining.  Too small (and wacky) to be an intimate eatery.  Too wacky to be an established neighborhood eatery.  They have appetizers, mains, and desserts ... all of which screams date?  I would never bring a date there.  It seems like a group drinking/party space.  Push drinks and awesome tapas/hors d'ourves style things and get people in who want to drink and party.  Push party promotion, and establishing your own scene.  Hire DJ's or something ...

I think they just need a nice balance of delicious things that won't cost much and won't spoil quickly.  Here in NYC, places are set up to fail.  Either you have people with deep pockets willing to shell out money until it works, or you need to have some sort of immediate success.  You really, really need to keep a firm grip where you can.  Food is the first place to do that.  Alcohol won't go bad.  Employees turnover and there isn't anything you can do about it.  Food and rent are just money pits, and you can't do anything about rent.

 

We'll see what happens in the next few weeks.  Until then, I'll keep writing up menus for it ... just to keep myself occupied.


Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Money Train ... Get on board

I talked to my boss last night.  He's on board.  The plan is a go.  The menu is dropping in a certain way.  We're keeping only those things that we love.  We're losing all those things that are just a lot of work.  The menu is idiot proof.

He's on board ...

We're on our way.

 

The deadline is now August.  By August 30th everything should be running so smoothly that we should be bored.  We can find anyone to do anything on that line.  It'll be so easy.  Seat any amount and we'll be ok.  Food cost should be dropping by an insane amount.  The amount of product we keep on hand is .... miniscule.

 

Here it is .... my dream, my vision ... it's all coming together.  I told them, "At the end of my time here, you won't even know how you got along before." 

Living well is not only the best revenge, it's the best way to say thank you.


Monday, July 07, 2008

I'm just -so- close

I'm on the edge.

I'm about to make them millions of dollars.  If they listen to me, they will have a food cost of like 2%.  Their food will be higher quality.  They will have space and time to do things.  They will need 1 person less on the line.  Their dessert menu will be good.  It won't be sublime.  It won't be awesome, or incredible.  It -will- be really delicious though.  It isn't hard to make food really delicious, especially desserts.  Everything will be easier to make.  We can make more bulk and worry less about spoilage.  We can get ahead by weeks.  We can seat 400 at once and it will work.  Inventory will drop by 30%.

I am a god damn hero.

I'm weak.

I never should have taken on this job alone.  I should have brought friends from the beginning.  They never would have listened to me in that case.  This needed to happen.

I am having a nervous breakdown.  I have cried spontaneously 3 times this week.  I'm really tired.  I shake, I don't know why.  Am I hungover?  Did I -really- fuck myself up last night?  Am I just too tired?  I did not sleep last night.  I turned over for 9 hours.  That was the first time I went to bed sober in ........

Today was therapy.  I cooked a sublime dinner party.  We had awesome food.  We had awesome wine.  We had awesome company.  That is what life is all about.  I don't care what anyone says.  I don't care what anyone does.  Had anyone been there with a palette to appreciate flavor, they would have been in heaven.

I still don't know if I'm a wreck or not.  I still don't know whether or not I'm just going to burst into tears randomly.

I'm having new issues right now.  I just have to keep positive.  I have to make the proper calls tomorrow.

 

 

Tuesday is the day.  Get on board, or forfeit your life ... remember ... when baby comes, you owe me your life ... 3 people owe me their lives.  All I want is for them to be happy.  Let me make you millions ... Let me make your life easy.  After that, just chill and have fun counting your money ... and let me be ... leave me alone.

Atlas is tired.


Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Professionalism - What it takes to be a chef

Sometimes, people think that a basic affinity towards something means you can be a professional at it.  That's not true though.  A basic affinity towards a certain thing is just the first step.  All that means is that someday, you might be able to be something great.

Now ... I'm talking about my boss.  He has an affinity for flavor, and thinks he can be chef, but he's just fooling himself.  He's such a newbie, and I hate listening to him.

If you have an affinity for driving, you don't just start racing cars.  Even if you're a -perfect- driver, often, pit strategy is what makes the difference.  If you can't drive perfectly, within a hundredth of a second around a corner, then what the hell are you even doing pretending that you even belong there?

When I see a young cook, I don't even look for an affinity for flavor.  I honestly don't even care whether or not they can tell the difference between a really sublime meal, and just crap.  What matters more to me is whether or not they're able to learn, whether or not they want to be better, and whether or not they can push and hustle.

An affinity for flavor is something you have to nurture.  Work ethic is much more important.  That is what really separates me and my sister from other people around us.  Our work ethic is just extremely solid.  I create work, I find work, I keep myself busy.  Even while I'm busy, my mind is running around trying to figure out how to make this easier.

Even if they have an excellent work ethic, that's not all of it.  They have to be able to work in a small space, because kitchens are -always- small.  They have to be able to work organized and neat and not get in anyone else's way.  I have yelled at cooks for simply taking up too much space.  If I need to work around them and they can't keep an area neat, I just end up cleaning up after them.

After all that, they need to know proper technique.  Recipes are shit.  They aren't important.  They are worthless.  All books on flavor combinations are complete crap.  Look at any dessert recipe and you'll see something interesting.  They're all the same.  Sometimes they add an ingredient or two, but they're all the same -- standard pie dough recipe, standard cookie dough, 3-2-1 cookie dough.  True pastry chefs know technique.  They know what sugar looks like when it's at soft boil.  They know how fluffy their dough needs to be before adding whatever.  They know when to stop mixing to avoid making something tough.  -That- is what makes the difference between a cook that can excel and a cook that is just a short order robot.

Work ethic

Desire to become better

Ability to work in a small space

Ability to stay organized and clean

Ability to work quickly

Experience

Technique

Ability to get others to work

This isn't anything crazy.  This is simply what you need to actually be great at anything.  After all that, affinity for flavor, and then an ability to make a menu that people want to come back to; One that minimizes cost and room for error, and maximizes kitchen efficiency.

 

That is what it takes to be a chef.

 

I'm sick of trying to convince people who know less than I do that I'm worth listening to.  At my last job, my boss would thank me for reminding him to do his job well.  Those are his words not mine.  When we all have that attitude, things happen.  Unwavering professionalism at all costs ... There will be times when you're too tired to do a good job, and then someone else inspires you.  You thank them for it because if you don't follow through, you hate yourself for doing a shitty job.  Even if the food tastes good, unless it was absolutely sublime ... it's worthless.



Next 5 >>

Got'em Xanga Logger / TrackerFree Online GamesFree ArcadesFree Games Site Meter