A line cook in Portland told me something that changed my plating forever
We were closing up after a busy Friday night, and I was rushing to plate a dessert. He just looked at me and said, 'You're painting, not building. Let the food breathe.' He pointed at a tiny smear of sauce I'd made. It was so simple, but I'd been piling things high for years. Has anyone else had a moment like that, where a small comment from a coworker flipped a switch for you?
Wait, you were piling things high for years? I can't get over that part. I just picture these giant, wobbly towers of food on every plate. Did anyone ever send something back because they couldn't even figure out how to eat it? That line cook is a genius for saying it so simply.