When I worked as a pastry chef apprentice my boss would listen to Art Bell when we went in at 1-2 AM to start baking muffins and shit for the complimentary Continental breakfast at the resort/condo complex/assisted living place I worked at.
Served 200-300 people a day off-season. 1000+ on season.
If I had not messed up my mixing shoulder working chocolate and the like I'd still be baking. It feels good to feed people.
Coast to Coast just isn't the same without Art Bell. Listening to that show on late night rides between towns was a big part of working on the road.
I tried listening to it a few years back, the host was George Noory I think, and it just sounded like any other chud AM radio show. Real disappointing.
I used to get a kick out of George Noory. Like it doesn't matter how deranged or ludicrous something is, he will have the exact same tone and inflection.
Is anything interesting in that file? I was hoping for some revelations about Mel's hole.
No, it's all about weird stalkers and death threats that Art received and contacted the FBI about.
It feels good to feed people.
It really does. I hate it when I have to make like 30 fucking pizzas in a lunch period because feeding a hundred people by myself is a fucking lot but when it's a regular amount I think I actually like my job. I like preparing ingredients and I like cooking things and using what I know about cooking to make things taste good and have a pleasing aesthetic and texture. The other people who did pizza before me don't bother cooking this spicy sauce for a spicy chicken pizza but I did yesterday and it ended up so good that this cook from downstairs who doesn't usually eat pizza because most of them have pork on them ended up getting like 4 slices and told me I did a great job. It's really gratifying to put a little bit of effort into making something taste good and have people respond to that positively
I've been listening to a bunch of classic Coast to Coast broadcast recordings and some of the commercials are just peak 90s derangement
