Unsophisticated am I.
If I go out with you to a fancy restaurant, where this is lots of silverware at my setting, I have NO IDEA which fork to use at any given time.
If the menu is in French, I get up, wipe off the french bread crumbs, and leave for a good ole American menu type restaurant.
This all leads me to the following event, which actually happened last year.
I was watching college football, and one of the announcers was Jesse Palmer, an appropriate choice because he had been a college quarterback.
In one of the more remarkable dialogues I have ever heard on a TV sporting event, Jesse starts talking about various wonderful restaurants across the country.
And in one of the restaurants, he marveled at the wonderfully skilled ‘sous chef’ that attended the table of Jesse and his date.
I was stunned. I had no idea what a sous chef was, and I was watching a football broadcast aimed at shirtless drunks from the state of Georgia.
Now fortunately, Jesse’s broadcasting mate was the sharp witted Chris Fowler, and Fowler machine gunned Jesse’s decision to talk about sous chefs on a football broadcast.
Made me feel a bit better, but only a bit.
So what have you learned?
If you drive down to visit me, you might want to put in a reservation at Mr. Piggly’s Diner….
….or someplace with ony one knife or fork
….or someplace that only has one chef, or maybe no chef, and definitely not a sous chef
….and a place that does not turn you away for deciding not to wear a shirt or shoes.
And as for sous chef, still got NOOOO clue, but I have the feeling someone will be sure to let me know.