ASK SASSY: Love, Culinary Style
Hey Sassy,
I’m a single young chef here in Tacoma and my Dad makes me work every night at the restaurant. Since I can’t go out, I can only meet girls who come here. What should I do? Offer free chocolate? How about ‘Private Cooking Classes’? Or a private tour of the walk-in, in a fur coat?
Please help,
Tacoma Chef
Dear Chef,
Ok, I’ll tell you what I think, mon petit chou.
Women love chefs. Jamie Oliver, Curtis Stone (grrrrrrr!), and, of course, South Park’s Chef have shown us that there is a soft spot in every woman’s heart for a man with hot moves in the kitchen…. or icey hot passionate love in the walk-in.
These little field trips to the restaurant might be fun for your foxy lady, but eventually you’re going to have to address the obvious lack of balance in your life. You need to make a little room for the ladies. Make room for L*O*V*E.
First let’s start with YOU taking responsibility for your time. I’m sure your father is a wonderful, intelligent, conscientious person. If it turns out he is actually a demon-slave-driver from hell, my advice is the same: Get a life! Every self employed (or parental-employed) professional knows how the rigors of work can place exhausting demands on one’s time. We work harder for ourselves than we would ever in a million years work for others- and this is a recipe for a burnout.
You need to start by taking a minimum of one day off per week. Stop laughing! I’m not done! Then, one whole weekend (or two weekdays in a row) every month. Sit down with your Pops, your calendar, and perhaps a nice bottle of Barbaresco and find time for your love life.
Once you find that perfect young woman that totally butters your bread, try to carry off a balance of 50% food related dates and 50% real life fun dates. What does one do on a real life fun date? Go parasailing on Ruston Way, visit the Point Defiance Aquarium (sharks are romantic!), or head over to Masa on a Friday or Saturday night and get your salsa swerve on.
I hear you’re a great chef- but Sassy’s advice is to remember the immortal words of the Sasstastic Julia Child, “Life Itself is the Proper Binge”.
Love,
Sassy
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3 comments
R Robin February 14, 2008
Dear Tacoma Chef,
In my line of work I take care of people who have received terminal diagnosis’, and in some cases, have been with them at their deathbed. I have heard people say lots of things about the lives they have lived. I have heard, and I quote, that if you love someone enough in this life, make sure you tell them you think their “sh*t don’t stink” before you die. I have heard one woman say that she wished she would’ve fought less with her husband about finances. What I have NEVER EVER heard is that someone wishes they would’ve worked more. Never.
So, Mr. Tasty Tacoma, lenghthen those apron strings that tie you to dear ol’ dad and go out and woo Tacoma. Heed the Wise Sassy M’s wise advice and take time for yourself.
L Laura P. February 16, 2008
Hey there Chefster,
Let’s make it simple shall we?
Break every dish in that d*mn place and then spend every second hitting on single girls over the counter, sit yourself down at their tables, strike up easy conversation then offer your best dirty recipe!
P.S. I agree that chefs can SOMETIMES be hot, but take off those ridiculous checkered pants before hitting on anyone.
M Mofo from the Hood February 16, 2008
Tacoma Chef:
Your identity is ambiguous—-female Tacoma Chef or a male Tacoma Chef?