Smurfs on the bus

Each morning we hop on the bus with a large starbucks in hand and it seems like we're the only ones out of place because we don't have the Smurf  uniform to blend in with everyone else. The uniforms look great but when you have more than a half dozen of them in the same area it's like a sea of blue.

Not sure if many of you have ever travelled to Whistler, but it feels like I'm in a different country because everyone here speaks a different language and it's mostly Aussies. We have some guys from the UK in our kitchen that are the porters and they are some of the funniest and hardest workers I've ever seen. It's all about Football (soccer to us Canadians), but essentially their job is to follow behind us and clean everything from table tops to the grills and brat pans. We don't empty the garbage, mop floors, wipe tables or even put the pots in the pot area, and these guys do it all with a big smile on their face. Imagine that, cooks that get to cook and not clean behind themselves. The wife says not to get used to that because she'll break me of that habit the first meal I cook at home.

Olympic Chef Bill