My days of following a chef around from restaurant to restaurant are, I believe, over. Unless there's a sure thing willing to hook up my wallet, I'm staying the fuck put and there's not a thing wrong with that.
My current chef is leaving to pursue the dream of opening his own place. I think that's great, but beyond that, I don't care. I don't care that he's leaving. At all. Come to think of it, considering the way he acts while in the kitchen nowadays, the sooner the better. It's become really unpleasant.
I think that my co workers are picking up this vibe from me and think that I've chosen some sort of side which is ridiculous.
The only side I'm on is mine and I've got to buy a car, find a new apartment and take a trip (to maybe find greener pastures) before the year is over so I'm not going anywhere. Actually, I think it would be downright stupid for me to leave now. Sure, there's lots of things about that place that I'm unhappy with but each and every one of them is minor and rarely effects my work. And with the way I've set up my menu, I think I can look forward to a pretty fun summer and who doesn't want that?
And what if the new chef is awesome? What if there's no new chef at all and it becomes a rudderless ship?
I can live with that because I don't need someone else to validate my skills.
I'll leave when I'm good and ready.
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