You mean Emeril doesn't actually cook?

Yeah, surprise all you Uber Yuppies.

So who does the cooking? Mostly guys like Ernesto. Hardworking faceless guys from places like Guatemala, Ecuador, El Salvador, and Mexico. You were expecting a bunch of Italians singing opera flinging pasta? Wrong. You hear mariachi music and guys cursing in Spanish.

Yep. And the author even gets the big picture in there:

Perception can be more important than taste in my business.

Nice, quick read.

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