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I fell fowl with the exec chef of the hotel corporation, an arrogant S African Portuguese because I was instructed to take the meat of the oxtail bones before service. I said,' this is stockyard confetti', who ever heard of serving oxtail off the bone? It completely destroys the character of the dish. I didn't last long after that but my contract was nearly up. I never did really learn how to click my heels when bidding him good morning either. I just used to do a John Wayne type 'Yope'. Typical continental chefs in that outfit. Grovel to the one above you and crap on the one below. Anyway, that group is long gone and I'm still here.
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