Despite a lot of advances and a lot of really talented female chefs out there, the kitchen remains a pretty tough environment for a woman. Most of the best restaurants in the world (according to rankings lists and such) have male head chefs, most of the sous chefs, line cooks, prep cooks, and even dishwashers in many kitchens are men. There are certainly kitchens that serve as exceptions but for the industry at large, the kitchen is still a pretty masculine environment. In a lot of ways it's like a boys' locker room — girls aren't really wanted in there and if you go in there you better prepare yourself because it's a different world and they're not going to censor themselves or take pains to make you comfortable because, after all, you're on their turf.
So needless to say it can be difficult to be a woman working in a kitchen. There are a lot of challenges. I've been lucky for the most part because my head chef started his culinary career in the kitchen of a fantastic female chef and he says that she created an environment that was nurturing, educational, and helped him learn how to be a chef that inspires instead of intimidates. All of this makes him a fantastic boss and it makes me feel very lucky to work with him. But in a kitchen you aren't just working with one person, you're working with a group and not everyone in the group picks up on those cues from the top and — should that nurturing figure at the top be gone from the kitchen for six weeks — you will inevitably faced with a lot more challenges.
These challenges come in many forms. And if you're like me (a stubborn perfectionist who hates to be wrong) you'll look at every challenge as an opportunity to prove yourself. Sometimes this leads to amusing results. Like when you can't pry the lid off of a tub of pickled vegetables and you tell the boys you need help and they make fun of you. If you're the stubborn sort, once they quit laughing and say they'll come help you, you tell them that, nevermind, you've got it on your own. So you go out to the walk-in with a meat pounder and a butter knife and try to take the hammer and chisel approach to working the lid off. When that doesn't work you end up putting one foot on the edge of the lid closest to you, planting your other foot firmly on the floor, and pulling on the other side of the lid with both hands and all your strength. It works, but you're wearing about a quart of pickled vegetable juice and for the next 6 hours of your shift you will have brine in your shoes.
Sadly, not all of the challenges will be as amusing. Somedays the boys' club will make you feel angry, frustrated, defeated and maybe it will even make you doubt yourself and your abilities. Without that understanding and nurturing leadership at the top, you have to fight it out with the boys who've been there longer, have been doing the job longer, and are pretty convinced that they don't need you or your input.
So the head chef is out for a few weeks and you've gotten a promotion to a role of new responsibility and new opportunity...how do you succeed when the boys leave you isolated and out of the loop? They talk to each other but not to you. When you offer help or suggestions, they're brushed aside. When you ask questions, you are ignored or, worse, snapped at and essentially told that it doesn't concern you. They go over your head, below you, and around you to get work done but it doesn't seem that they are particularly interested in talking to you. With the head chef out — the one person who hired you, promoted you, and seems to believe in you — how do you sort it out?
...I'll let you know when I figure out the answers.
Getting Ready for Inauguration
Inauguration is upon us. The madness started yesterday. We got in deliveries of enough items to last us through Tuesday since most of our vendors are going to be closed Monday and/or Tuesday and with all the road closures, we're not sure deliveries would be able to get to us if they were open. We got in 20 gallons of mayonnaise and 8 wheels of Hook's blue cheese. Our bison farmer came up from Madison yesterday and, in addition to getting stuck in some nasty traffic that caused him to arrive at 7:00pm instead of 5:00pm, brought us 6 cases of fresh ground bison, enough brisket and hanger steak to last us through Tuesday, and what has to be the single largest amount of bacon I've ever seen in one place. I spent 45 minutes last night out in the freezing cold opening the boxes, organizing the walk-in to find space for it all, and then breaking down boxes. It was not fun.
To add to that, our kitchen is freezing. The kitchen is in a part of the building that was added on to the original structure so it has never had the best heating and cooling. So basically cold air pours in to the bottom of the kitchen (which is above our outdoor patio) and then our commercial grade hood pulls all that cold air up through the kitchen. It doesn't help that we're going through some of the coldest weather D.C. has seen in the last five years. I've decided that I'm going to need to get a long-sleeved chef's jacket to wear over the many long-sleeved shirts I already wear since the short-sleeved jackets aren't working so well. I am also going to need to wear two pairs of socks in the hopes that I can keep at least some of the feeling in my feet.
These next four days are going to be unreal. The kitchen will be staying open till midnight starting tonight and going through Tuesday night. The bar will be opening at 1:00pm Saturday through Tuesday and that will include the kitchen having to turn out fries for customers in addition to getting prep done between 2:00pm and 5:00pm. Thankfully I have tonight off and I'm off all day tomorrow. However, Sunday the insanity begins: in for prep at 9:00am, prep until 4:00pm and then host from 5:00pm until whenever the wait subsides (hopefully around midnight at the latest). Monday night is a line shift and Tuesday I'm serving. Jeebus help me because I'm pretty sure tonight and tomorrow are my last chance for sleep until Wednesday.
Specials
Beef Rib-eye with Balsamic Cherry Reduction: Our "beer guy" (although he's really so much more), Pat, makes these bourbon-kriek soaked cherries for the bartenders to use in Manhattans that are unbelievably good. So today I decided to use some of them. Balsamic, bourbon cherries, and steak. Yum.
Grilled Rockfish with Lemon Basil Vinaigrette: I loved the lemon basil aioli from last week. I decided to try it a bit differently since I thought a lighter vinaigrette might work better with grilled rockfish (I think aioli works better with the fried fish). I liked it, but not as much. I still need to sort out the exact lemon/basil balance I want.
Reading Materials
I'm still working my way through The Man Who Ate Everything by Jeffrey Steingarten. I am sort of reserving that one for helping me survive my Sunday night hosting shifts. Steingarten's wit makes it easier to answer 58 phone calls about whether or not we take reservations and 15 phone calls that require me to explain that we are NOT located on the 1200 block of H Street NW and that there is a big difference between NE and NW in the District.
So since I'm reserving that for Sundays, I tend to read other books during the week. Since today has been a long day, I've been enjoying Melanie Dunea's wonderful book My Last Supper which has 50 famous chefs talk about what the ideal meal, setting, music, guest list, and etc. would be for their last supper on Earth. The photographs are wonderful and the book always inspires me (doesn't hurt that there are recipes in the back including Thomas Keller's perfect roast chicken). Whenever I'm having a day where I'm tired, frustrated, and starting to question myself, I always look at this book and it reminds me of what I love about the business I'm in and how, even for the most talented chef, it's important never to stop deriving joy from good food, good friends, and, mostly, being able to do something you love every day.






