I finally walked out of a kitchen mid-shift last Saturday after 12 years of putting up with the nonsense
Last Saturday at this bistro in Portland, the owner comes in and starts yelling at me about the prep list not being done exactly how his wife wanted. I had a 12-top walk in at 6pm, a broken dishwasher, and my saute guy called out sick. He kept going on about the parsley garnish being too chunky while I was trying to fire entrees. I just took off my apron, grabbed my knife roll, and walked out. I'm 38 and I've worked in kitchens since I was 19, but that was the last straw. Any other line cooks here ever just had enough and left without notice?