Roasting The Manager

I’m a trained chef working in a pub kitchen. Our manager, who used to work in finance, has a habit of acting like he knows more about cooking than I do.

One Sunday afternoon, he leans over my shoulder as I plate up. This is after a heated discussion earlier, where I had told him to stop adding extra ingredients to my Sunday roast gravy.

Manager: “You know, my brother’s a head chef. I probably know as much as you.”

I put down the spoon and turn to him.

Me: “And you think you’ve absorbed his entire knowledge just by sharing a Sunday roast at your mum’s, right?”

Before he can answer, my coworker pipes up from the other side of the kitchen.

Coworker: “You know, my brother is an accountant, but you really don’t want me doing your taxes, I promise!”

He left the gravy alone after that.