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Jess and I both work in the restaurants on Wednesday nights...our favorite time of the week in coming home after work that night, opening a bottle and watching Nightmares on DVR.
Here's the poop...to get a certified chef's abbreviation after your name, you need to go through certain ACF accredidations...like school, tests, etc...each three letter abbreviation, ie..CMC, CEC, CCE, etc. require a different set of jumping through hoops to get your letters. In my mind, only those who hold an ACF accredidation are people who I would address as "Chef."
I do not hold any of these accredidations, yet have served as a Sous Chef and Executive Chef at various restaurants. I also graduated head of my class from the CIA, yet when people refer to me as "Chef," I tell them my name is Rick.
Being a chef is not like being a doctor, any yahoo can hire me and call me a chef. I could call myself a chef. Hell we all call Al at Race Point the "Chef," and that name fits because he's a chef, but I'm not sure if he went to culinary school, but he's wicked cool so it doesn't really matter to me, cause I'd go to battle for that guy.
Moral of my story is it's all semantics...I can call myself a genius, but that doesn't mean I'm wicked pissa smart.
On a good footnote, has anybody noticed that all of the crappy restaurants are on Longisland...which once again proves my postulate, enver cook with Longisland punks (hopefully no fishing friendly longislanders will take offense to this, unless you cooked with me at the CIA, and then you are probably my friend).
Good for you Larry?
Your Pal,
Just Rick
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