I went over here from here and it got me to thinking about all the pranks we pulled as single young men who were heavily medicated and under the influence of hormones.
We sent a friend to Jamaica after his bachelor party and smeared limberger in the heater core of another's car.
But there is more...
There was a waiter at a steakhouse I worked for that had the nasty habit of eating off the drainboard. When the busboys cleaned the tables they brought the dirty dishes into the kitchen and put them on a drainboard where the dish washers would scrape the food off into the trash and wash the dishes.
Not everyone finishes their dinner and often large chunks of steak or baby-back ribs got thrown away. This fellow would run into the dishroom, grab something off a plate, wolf it down and run back out. He really liked the baby-back ribs and we decided to break him of the habit.
Buzzo, our seafood cook, took a short rack of ribs and soaked it in Tabasco then coated it with Cayenne pepper. He put the doctored ribs on a sizzle platter on top of the oven for a few hours then he built the perfect setup plate. A few chewed-on ribs, some wilted garnish, a half eaten potato, a messy ramiken of BBQ sauce and the plate lacked only the payload, the Ribs From Hell.
This waiter also kept a glass of ice water on the corner of the drainboard so I emptied the glass, replaced the ice and filled it with white vinegar. Buzzo placed the plate in position and we retreated from that area, just far enough to see but not be seen.
In he came, saw the ribs, could not resist, ate the ribs...
The look on his face when the pepper hit was priceless. When the vinegar hit it was better. He later described it as "Drinking napalm".
The poor fellow emptied his breakfast, lunch and dinner into the garbage can and couldn't talk for the rest of the night.
That was the last time I saw him eat off the drainboard.
Posted by Mike S at January 5, 2003 10:52 AM