| | jazzy | I was having coffee with one of my best friends not too long ago. We got on the subject of my little web comic here, and he reminded me of the gag featured in this strip. So…"Lickin'Lincoln's" for you Brendan.
I got my first real restaurant job after high school. I had been washing dishes while in school, and I really enjoyed the experience. Cooks seemed like the coolest people on the planet to me, and I wanted to be one of them. So much so in fact that I turned down a grant to go to art school in favor of getting a job as a prep cook in Hartford.
I know.
I'm an idiot.
A restaurant kitchen is a melting pot of races, and personalities, that I doubt you will find in any other vocation. In any given kitchen you will find: blacks, whites, hispanics, drug addicts, alcoholics, recovering drug addicts, recovering alcoholics, schizos, ex-cons, and so much more, all working together to feed the unknowing public.
On a side note…at my first real restaurant job in Hartford that I had mentioned, I was the only one there who had not seen the inside of a jail cell. A claim I can no longer make.
I thought I was pretty badass coming out of high school. My friends and I listened to punk music, liked jokes in poor taste, and by this time thought we knew everything there was too know about raunchy good times. The operative word here is 'thought'. In the coming months of my culinary journey I would hear things like: red-wings, dirty sanchez, felching, and much more; not to mention I learned more Spanish there than I did in my four years of high school.
One day I was cutting a case of calamari on the back prep table, when one of the dishwashers, who I can best describe as looking exactly like Dave Chappele's Tyrone Biggum's character (and who probably had an equally nasty crack habit) came up to me out of nowhere and said, "Hey kid… when you're with your girl… you down with lickin' Lincoln"?
Did I mention this came from nowhere?
I said, "Lickin' Lincoln?" perplexed.
He said "You know…eatin' her ass out" all matter-of-factly, and casual as if this was normal conversation; like we were discussing the weather or something.
That's about the time I was informed of ass sharing a similar flavor profile to a dirty penny.
I would share this story with many of my old high school friends; none of which got into the restaurant business. My good friend Brendan was one of those friends. Keep in mind now, I probably first dropped this tale on him over ten years ago. Ten years later he still remembered it, and thought it would make a good O.C. That's 'staying power'!
Lickin' Lincoln…
I wonder where 'Tyrone' is now.
I miss that penny-lickin' bastard.
-Posted on Jun 16, 2008 |
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