Archive for January, 2018

Meet the Staff: Chef Jake

January 17, 2018

jake

Do you have any nicknames: The Hermanator, Sugar Beaver

How long have you been working at Beck’s? Since November, but I’ve always enjoyed Beck’s food and have been eating here a long time.

What’s your favorite Beck’s food? The Oyster Po Boy. I love Bill’s recipe.

When you’re not working, what do you like to do? I practice jiu jitsu. Jiu jitsu is a grappling art used for self defense. Everybody should have some basic training in self defense. A lot of chefs do jiu jitsu. That’s how I got into it—when I was working in fine dining.

Are you dangerous? No. And nobody who says they’re dangerous is dangerous and everybody’s dangerous in the right circumstances.

What belt are you? White belt. Red belt is the highest belt. It takes 30 to 40 years to get a red belt. I met a red belt once.

What’s your super hero power and why? That’s easy. Control metal like Magneto because then you can control the magnetic pull of the earth.

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Ode to The Train Wreck, as written by a fan

January 4, 2018

So great, we had to post it again. Thanks, Jimbo, Beck’s Official Poet Laureate!

Beck's Train WreckCropped

By Jim B.

Oh, great mash up of bovine and swine

Tossed greasily on a crusty roll with more satisfaction than 1,000 feasts

But unbeknownst to the tongues of those Muslim, & Hindu, & Vegan, & Jew…

As your name may suggest, you are the very depiction of carnage (in the flesh)

Just as wearily eyes are incapable of looking away, so are the mouths of men of turning away

As they yearn hungrily for your sloppy, beefy, cheesy goodness

Your creamy mayonnaise runs deep, deep within your warm center of salami and fried onions

And it is an obtainable spoil for even Scrawny Arms Rob Lowe to enjoy with messy dignity

For it is not without great condiments that any man should be laid to rest

Deliciousness is often fleeting

But yours is not, and it sends quivers down the spines of all with hearty appetites

Be it Adam Richmond, or Kobayashi, or Scooby Doo

The best description of its flavor: DIVINE

The best description of your affliction: INTOXICATING

And alas, the best description of your status post sandwich: COMATOSE

P.S. The Gator Gumbo rocks as well.  It’s a spicy, smoky bowl of reptilian joy.