Last night the wife and I went to Hearth, one of our favorite restaurants. The restaurant has some seats on the kitchen pass facing into the kitchen which we love because you get to see all of the chefs working and they occasionally share a taste of something extra with you. It's like sitting IN the kitchen with a ton of chefs.
It gets a little loud with all of the chefs yelling at each other. I was trying to tell the wife how my haircut went that morning -- Israel the barber chastised me for not having any children yet -- but all you could hear was the head chef yelling:
"I need two striper in four minutes, then two gnocci!
Scallop entree behind that!
Too much oil on that pork!
Where are my asparagus salads?
WHERE'S THAT SALMON?"
As soon as he stopped yelling, all of chefs turned to after hearing me say, "So I told him, you can't get pregnant from anal!"
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