I have spent the last two years working in the kitchen of a local casino. I have been either cooking for the employees or doing the majority of the prep work for the casino buffet. I don’t deal with the general public.
Today, I clock in to find they want me to run the dessert counter on the buffet. Most of our cakes are premade and presliced, so aside from keeping the options for guests full, my other job is to plate the cakes. As I’m doing this, a blissfully clueless woman comes up to look at the desserts.
Guest: “Excuse me, what’s in the chocolate cake?”
I simply think she is looking for allergens and she also seems polite.
Me: “Flour, eggs, gluten, sugar, cocoa, milk…”
Guest: “No! No, no, what is in the chocolate cake?”
I reach over to grab the ingredient list and start to recite the list for her and politely as possible.
Guest: “No, no, no! How can you not know what is in your chocolate cake?!”
We stare at each other for a moment.
Guest: “So, what is in the chocolate cake?”
Me: *As emotionless as I can* “Chocolate and cake.”
Guest: “Manager, now!”
I leave the dessert table to find a manager; thankfully, one is close. I explain the situation. He is less than pleased with my last response but doesn’t say anything and goes straight to deal with the lady.
I get back to work but stay out of sight, and they have the same conversation, minus the last part. Then, she delivers this gem.
Guest: “I have Platinum on my card! I will not have anything less. Now, last chance, WHAT. IS. IN. THE. CHOCOLATE. CAKE?!”
There was a long moment of silence and curiosity got the better of me. I peeked around the corner to see my manager standing as though his brain had died. The customer finally gave up and walked away.
I never did find out what she wanted to find inside her cake. I’ve never seen Platinum as an edible.