Hot in the kitchen
According to these local restaurant workers, the only thing steamier than the Viking stoves is what happens after the last diner leaves.
Executive chef, Bucktown
It was a line cook’s last day, so our executive chef (I was a line cook at the time) phoned an escort service and asked them to send three of the nastiest girls he had—you know, chicks who would do anything. So, after the shift, we close down the kitchen, move to the dining room and start drinking, when the women show up. It starts out like a normal strip show, but eventually the three women grab the line cook, and the whole thing turns into a kinky four-way, at which point two of the women and the line cook disappear into the kitchen cooler. After they emerge and come back to the party, all kinds of things start getting shoved in places they shouldn’t. There are Champagne bottles and flashlights in the girls’ asses. It’s actually getting kind of horrible. I don’t know why I said it, but I reminded the executive chef we had hot dogs in one of the lowboys. The chef says, “Hot dogs. Forget that, we have a suckling pig.” So a couple of the cooks go back and bring out the pig, but the women see the pig and they have this look of horror, and so the chef is like, Uh, take the pig away, guys. You’d think that would be it, but, next thing you know, they’ve got our food runner, who’s recently divorced, tied up to a chair with a condom on his head and they’re giving him lap dances while he asks them how much the sex is going to cost him.