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Establishment: Gioco
Location: Southern Loop
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OK, let me say this: I was honorably discharged from this job, so I harbor no bad feelings. I just have to say a few things to anyone who applies here.
First, the management. The GM’s names is Jimmy Ludlow Granholm, and he is a piece of work. Listen up, he’s gonna get you in a corner and tell you all about Vietnam. Just nod. We get it, you were the best there was, no one could have gotten that Chopper out of Dienbienphu, but let it go man. So the door gunner fell out. Mistakes are made all the time. I have drinks to run. And every fifth table doesn’t want to see the pictures of your “boy” you “wife” “don’t let you see no more, ’cause a all da hittin’ an’ cryin’.”
Next there’s the AGM, Erich Caulfield. He has a car, or a truck. No one can figure out which it is, but it has some bullet holes in it. He is more than willing to give anyone a ride home: cool. But, to make me ride shirtless: cooler. Just don’t tell him about your mom as I learned the hard way. (ByTheWay: He’s a chef, just don’t try his gryos.)
Then there JenJen Chow. She’s a bartenderess and a full fledged Chinese. Just try to get a drink made after mentioning Chiang Kai-shek or Sun Yat-sen. And a word to the wise: she carries a walkie-talkie which goes directly to the manager’s headsets. You so much as sneeze on one of the wild-boar burrito bowls and they are going to hear about it. And believe me, you’re going to sneeze on a few plates a night.
The kitchen is a sight to behold. It’s a nearly all Latino. I mean, I know Italian is a UPS(universal food stuff), but there’s no one named Giuseppe or Leonardo or Splinter anywhere in sight. The chef is a Turk named Janny or Benny or Adjani. I don’t know, I never learned his named because he never told it to me because on my first day I tried to kiss him because I was raised to think that’s what Turks like. SORRY FELLA, guess my mom’s homemade textbooks were wrong.
The Sous Chef Baltazar is beyond reproach and no bad word shall ever be said about him. He is holy.
Otherwise, the staff is nice, but what can you expect from a staff that has been working together since the dissolution of the Soviet politburo? Tight Tight Tite. Except there is this one server named Esteban who can control human emotions with his pinkie finger. Watch out for him, or don’t if you suffer from depression because then he’s a godsend.
Comments
You’re totally fucked..the sad part is…you’ll never undrestand WHY!
Among the Turks,Chinese,Latinos…it’s a wonder nobody has fragged your ass!
Well, I know Jen Jen and she keeps telling me if I know what’s good for me, I’ll watch “Kill Bill”. Yeah yea.
Please read kitchen confidentials chapter called “second course” you racist. Bourdain may be able to teach you something! Oh wait, is he good enough to teach such a narrow minded human?
Phew! Thank goodness this post was obviously written by a narrow-minded racist. I mean, there really isn’t much mention of anyone being mistreated, doing a bad job, or the cleanliness or ripping off tips/wages. Basically, it’s just an indictment of immigrants (with no mention of their status) peppered with some stereotypes. I’ve always liked the food and service at Gioco. Especially when we’ve had parties hosted there.
I’m sure the place sucks, but you sound pretty racist