As any line cook can attest, health inspections are a dreaded, though ultimately inevitable part of life in the biz. While passing is the ultimate goal, kitchens take pride in their health department scores, and every restaurant strives for that ever elusive perfect score. Every cook is terrified that the negative points will fall on his or her station, and there is always the somewhat shabby looking cook that everyone hopes is on his day off when the health inspector shows up.
While any reputable establishment operates up to code on a constant basis, the surprise inspection usually sets a kitchen abuzz with efforts to woo the health inspector. A hush falls over the line while thermometers are repositioned and double checked; ice baths are refreshed; burners are turned to high; fresh towels are donned; and bleach buckets are tested. Normally boastful and busy cooks avert their eyes and hide in walk ins, risking starting service in the weeds just to avoid being the reason points are docked. And the chef or sous chef puts on a fresh apron and parades the inspector around the kitchen, speaking loudly to warn others of their approach. A cunning guide can divert the inspector's attention just long enough for a temperature to be adjusted or a ponytail retied. When the inspector retires to the dining room to write his report, everyone exhales in unison, and the kitchen cacophony and organized chaos ensues.
As a newly appointed sous chef, at a newly opened cafe, it felt like all eyes were on me this morning when the health inspector arrived. I frantically mouthed, "put your hair up!" to every cashier as she clocked in. I handed gloves and aprons to all the cooks, and began wiping counters like my life depended on it. When asked how we chill down our soups, I spouted off every health code regulation I could think of, some not relating to chilling soup at all.
And when the report was handed in....
100%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A score that is unheard of, unattainable, only spoken of in urban restaurant myths. I danced in the dish pit, and told the cooks to address me as "Hundred". I could keep my job, the cafe could stay open, and I would go down in history as the sous chef who scored 100% on her first health inspection. I could retire now and be satisfied with my career in the restaurant industry. I will never forget this day:)
Chive Blossom
10 hours ago






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