Staff mealA Poem by terry smithIn the restaurant where I cut my teeth we did what was called a staff or family meal before dinner service someone would make a large salad and we would take turns making the meal usually pasta or something else inexpensive it was that way when I got there and when I became the chef I carried on the tradition at that point when I was working 16 hours a day it would often be my only meal the rest of the time I sustained myself of mugs of espresso cigarettes and adrenaline © 2019 terry smithReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 5, 2019 Last Updated on May 5, 2019 Authorterry smithAboutBooks by Terry Smith Bathroom Graffiti Angel Vomit Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland available on Amazon Happily Married more..Writing
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