I was riding this little open air tram around San Francisco. It was really slow-moving and was fairly reminiscent of the Casey Jr. Railroad ride at Disneyland. I got off at a stop for a restaurant, to visit my friend Sheryl who was a pastry chef there. She showed me some of the new things they were making and gave me a kitchen tour.
Suddenly they received word that one of their sous chefs wouldn't be in for the lunch service because of some emergency. Sheryl asked if I could fill in. I agreed even though I was like oh shit, oh my god shit, I don't know fucking anything and especially can't make anything at restaurant speed & pressure and oh shit what?? inside.
But instead of actually making anything for the meals I start experimenting with all of the candy equipment and before you know it I've made bunches of filled chocolate bars and these big half sphere caramel bonbons, really fancy awesome shit like valencia orange rosemary mint scented dark chocolate and lavender, black pepper caramels. And they are perfect and shiny and beautiful.
The head chef comes in to inspect them and it is Jamie Lauren and she thinks they are the BOMB, that's right, son.
Later on I leave the restaurant on the tram again only now it's raining and a big umbrella fight breaks out.
