Category: Food

  • Man Orders Parma at Team Lunch, Eats the Salad First

    Man Orders Parma at Team Lunch, Eats the Salad First

    Docklands, Melbourne – at 12:35pm last Tuesday, the Operational Risk leadership team from a local bank were sitting at lunch to welcome their new executive to the team, Günther Morton.

    The lunch was at a nearby Irish pub, so everyone naturally ordered Chicken Parmas (except for Simon Worthington-Perez, who ordered an Asparagus Burger cos he’s a weirdo).

    For the uninitiated, Chicken Parmas are famous Australian dishes that come with three things: an unnaturally large chicken breast (with ham and melted cheese), a side of chips and a salad.

    Once all of the guests had their meals in front of them, they proceeded to dig in. 

    Some people went straight for the chicken, while others had a few chips dipped in tomato sauce – it seemed that everyone was enjoying their meals.

    “How’s your Parma, Günther?” Asked Celine Hunter, to her new boss. 

    “I haven’t tried it yet, I’m still enjoying this wonderful salad”. Replied Mr. Morton.

    The team found this to be very strange – especially because the salads that come with Parmas are generally thought to only be there for decorative purposes.

    As the lunch proceeded, Morton continued to only eat his salad until there was none of it left. He then finally moved onto the chicken, of which he only had one mouthful.

    “This is a pretty good Parma” exclaimed Mr. Morton, “but it pales in comparison to that fantastic salad!”

    The team at this point were thinking that Günther Morton was showing signs of being a corporate psychopath.

    To confirm their suspicions, Mrs. Hunter then asked “Günther, how do you put on your shoes in the morning?”

    “Thank you for asking, Celine. I like to first put on my left sock and then my left shoe. Once I’ve tied the shoelace, I will then put on my right sock, my right shoe and finally tie my right shoelace.”

    His team then hurried back to the office to update their resumes and LinkedIn profiles.

  • Executive Warms up Lunch in Office’s Only Microwave. Disappears for Long Toilet Break

    Executive Warms up Lunch in Office’s Only Microwave. Disappears for Long Toilet Break

    Docklands, Melbourne – At 12:13pm last Tuesday, it was Rosalind Taylor’s turn in line to use the only working microwave in her company’s office.

    Taylor, a battle hardened and widely feared Finance Executive, placed her leftovers in the microwave and timed it for two minutes. She then immediately made her way to the women’s toilets, much to the displeasure of the six people waiting in line behind her.

    “It’s okay” said Samuel Ajani, holding his leftover pizza from the weekend. “she knows she’s on the clock, a two minute in-and-out bathroom mish is completely possible”.

    By 12:19pm, Taylor had yet to return. The newly formed Microwave Union started arguing about who will be the one to take her leftovers out of the microwave.

    “Oh man this is total BS” said Ajani, whose optimism had quickly faded. “Microwaves are meant for everyone. Not just the oppressive 1% who go missing on the way to the bathroom”.

    “Comrades, we will TAKE this microwave AND this company for ourselves. THIS IS OUR REVOLUTION!”

    “Down with the oppressors!” They chanted. “Down with the oppressors! Down with the oppressors!”

    “…Shhh… shhh guys… she’s coming back!”

    Taylor promptly apologised to the Microwave Union and explained that she bumped into the CEO for a chat.

    “Oh no, no that’s okay – all good, all good. We didn’t even realise two minutes had passed! Haha… Ha.”

    Taylor then took out her food, which was only lukewarm… so she put it back in and nuked it for another five minutes.

    At press time, Ajani was disappointed in the Microwave Union’s lack of follow-through with their revolution. “We over-promised and under-delivered, which goes against our company’s values of Integrity and Excellence.”

  • Group of White Bankers Enter Indian Restaurant – Staff Prepares Paddling Pool of Butter Chicken

    Group of White Bankers Enter Indian Restaurant – Staff Prepares Paddling Pool of Butter Chicken

    Bourke Street, Melbourne – Just after 7pm on Wednesday evening, a group of 13 white bankers entered Curry in a Hurry Bistro for an impromptu mid-week curry sesh. Duty Manager Akash Naidoo was quick to act and pre-empted the looming mass order of mild butter chicken curries.

    Before the group of friends could even sit down, Naidoo had already run into the kitchen and alerted his colleagues about the urgent “Code White” at front of house.

    Immediately the boys in the back got to work preparing an impressive paddling pool full of mild butter chicken curry, in anticipation of the party of 13’s imminent order.

    20 minutes later, their order came in for a STAGGERING amount of butter chicken, to the surprise of nobody. The time between ordering and eating was 73 seconds, which the customers found both impressive and slightly shady.

    At time of print, restaurant owner Prenesh Singh praised his men for acting quickly. “If we can provide quick service and free up the kitchen’s schedule, then I am happy for us to do a little bit of racial profiling from time to time.”

    “Half of us have master’s degrees in statistics – we’ve gathered enough data over the years to know what 13 Aussies are here for”.