To be blunt I work with a bunch of bad boys. A roid monkey who has a delicate hand when he plates food. Stoner/alcoholic that goes for 12 hours straight through a shift. The partier that can go out the night before and recover overnight. Also a coke head that worked in the best restaurant in the city during the course of his career there. My senior that goes to strip clubs once every two weeks (I think). Another guy has two kids by 21 - with two different girls. We all have our own skeletons, with one common goal in mind (think Dave Chappelle sprinkling diamonds). To make the most ballinest shit ever! We converse about what our favourite meal would be, which restaurants we'd like to go to, recipes and all that jazz. Time for bed and a recipe 100% profit using bits and ends. We sold 11 feature pasta, enough to sell what we had. :)

Salmon, halibut, mussels, scallops, prawns, onions - diced, garlic, white wine, capers, white wine vinegar, lemon juice, butter, fresh oregano, olive oil. (1 person)

Lightly oil sauteé pan and get oil smoking hot, place mussels and sear scallop and prawn. Wait 10 seconds.
Salmon and halibut scraps can go in now, along with onions, garlic, and capers. Sauteé until 70% cooked.
Lightly season (two finger pinch of fine sea salt, one finger pinch white pepper)
White wine and white wine vinegar to deglaze.
In go lemon juice and oregano, reduce lightly.
Take pan off heat and slowly add butter to right consistency.
Add your favourite pasta (linguine haha).
Lightly drizzle with olive oil.

We also talk about boobies.

My goodness it has been awhile since I've come around. A lot has happened, and there may have been changes in me during that course of time. But nonetheless you're here dear reader to know what I've been up to since you're reading this far already.

I don't usually sleep until 8am on Fridays and Saturdays. I'm lucky to have Sundays off! Oh happy day! Working six nights of the week doesn't even feel like "work" at all. Now working at two restaurants I've gained more responsibility for my time. In a way, I'm starting to find inner-peace within the chaos. Opportunity seems to always knock on my door, with the option to possibly be part of a restaurant opening. I love the respect that I've earned working with the whole lot, and the money is good! I'm going to keep the gig I have for now, wait it out another six months ;)

I've been going to the after hours (you can urbandictionary dot com that if you want), and made new acquaintances and partied with old ones. It started off as a special event place to go, now I go all the time. The music is amazing, flashing lights and you can dance when the sun comes up. It feels like an entire new society once you step into the door and know what to expect... for me at least. They have a cage in the middle of the dance floor where pretty much anything goes, you can expect me in there having all eyes on me. I'll keep the tempo of the entire club from the style I bring to the beat. A place I cannot resist given the opportunity to. I've partied with the most wildest of girls that can actually keep up and even make me sweat. Yeah, I guess you can say I've made buddies and ladyfriends along the way. Don't you love weekends? Haha!

I'm on my grind working Monday through Saturday. Waking up noon, and going home 2am the next day six days a week. Dance Friday and/or Saturday falling asleep 8am. Haven't called in sick or asked for a day off. Just like the dance floor, I'll keep the tempo of the kitchen - all eyes are on me. I do my best not to be late, planning ahead of the game doesn't hurt. Adapting to this lifestyle is definately not for the weak of heart, I'm wild and free to do as I will. I've learned that I can keep the attention of people once I have it, although I'd prefer to be a little more subtle sometimes. Good morning dear reader, its 4:34am and all eyes are still on me with you reading this haha!

It gets even harder from here now, one day at a time.

So I just checked my Xanga and I have my first subscriber, so this one is to you if you're paying attention. A piece of my mind since I'm assuming you thought my past two blogs were worth the time of night reading.

Attempting to be chivalrous everyday can have its challenges. Opening doors, pulling chairs, walking onto the bus after a woman etc. I don't expect anything in return so as long as they recognize in their mind that something like that doesn't happen everyday. Same thing goes with being a 'nice guy' with an edge, complimenting, flirting and even pushing a button or two... with the catch that its with every woman that I may possibly come across the course of my day (working or not). Of course not expecting anything in return, I do it for the thrill that it would make their day that much more better - I'd like to classify that as a 'gentleman'.

A woman's number is meant to collect and not call. If I'm interested in a woman enough I'll give her mine, with a smile of course.

Anyways so my good friend and co-worker had three of his friends come to the restaurant today during dinner. He told me to cook something for the three ladies so I whipped something up that I made a couple of nights ago. Prosciutto wrapped scallops saffron barley risotto blood orange beurre blanc. Work with me here: imagine a perfectly golden brown seared scallop on top of a bed of yellow barley with the consistency of risotto, finished with a magenta coloured sauce around the plate.

Better than sex haha!