Sometime way back in the early to mid 2010s the Triumvirate of Idiocy, aka my restaurant’s owners decided we needed to start doing hand breaded chicken tenders. Ikr, what dumbasses! As the sous chef at the time, I had to quell the mutiny that was brewing. Hand breading to order is a colossal pain and messy messy messy. And good lordy does it fuck up fryer oil. Everyone was up in arms, I couldn’t blame them. And to make it worse, they were POPULAR! Extremely popular. And delicious.
Scream and yell, Threats of “screw this, I’m quitting if I have to roll another frickin’ finger”. Even had a family of 12 every Wed night that ordered 8 to 10 finger dinners, every time. In the middle of trivia. Line cook lore mentions chicken fingers as a sign of the end of days.
Hey, Chef! The point?
Well, after a few months the bitching slowed down. A year or so, nobody cared about chicken fingers. This “life altering” change became the norm. Who would have thunk it?
Real change takes time to sink in. People will fight it every step of the way. These growing pains will stop being a hindrance and we can move up a step on the societal ladder.
Or we can fear what we aren’t familiar with and be ridiculed by future generations as those backward ass early 2000s.
We the F%#n' People 