Appreciate the effort, but please stop
The kitchen staff has added insult to injury today. We had a chicken gumbo that was above all else, not chicken gumbo. Gah, do those damned yanks really think that gumbo is just a watery soup, and that poboys are just a sandwich? That you can have breakfast without grits or mondays without redbeans? The gumbo was fuckin red! Two days ago, the menu literally said poboys and there were little square sandwiches with ham and nasty pink salami with lettuce and tomato. I mean I nearly had to choke a bitch. One of the chefs last year actually made a jumbalaya ...jumbalaya, which is french for kinda sounds like jambalaya, but is actually an affront to God. It basically consisted of spanish rice with corn, peas, and chicken. No spice, no andouille, no trinity, no class whatsoever.
On the plus side, a funny did come out of it. One of my coworkers who is rather ...blonde made an oops. I lapsed into a mini-tyraid at the dinner table as I was drenching my reddish okra soup with tobasco sauce. I said it's just not gumbo without a dark roux and file. To which she replied, yeah, a fillet of chicken, a fillet of fish, some kinda meat.
On the plus side, a funny did come out of it. One of my coworkers who is rather ...blonde made an oops. I lapsed into a mini-tyraid at the dinner table as I was drenching my reddish okra soup with tobasco sauce. I said it's just not gumbo without a dark roux and file. To which she replied, yeah, a fillet of chicken, a fillet of fish, some kinda meat.