My boss is Mitch Omer, the owner of Hell’s Kitchen. He is well over six feet tall. He’s loud as, well, Hell. There is nothing about the man that screams, “I am a normal guy!” When he enters the building in the morning he walks past the server’s station,bangs on the glass and greets us all with a smile and the finger. Also, he is in love with Ralph Steadman, the artist. Steadman is the man most famous for his artwork of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The artist signed Mitch’s arm one time and he went out and got that signature tattooed. We have, at the restaurant, original artwork from Steadman. Even our uniforms show a bit of his art:
That’s my co-worker Alek, posing for the website in his Pollack ‘fro.
The reason I chose to talk about Mitch today is because when he came into work today he was showing off his new cane. He got into an accident awhile back and I believe shattered his kneecap. Why one would choose to show off a cane was foreign to me, so I leaned in and eavesdropped on the conversation. This is what I heard:
“It’s made out of, get this…A BULL’S PENIS!”
Whoa. Wait, what did you say, dear man who signs my paychecks? He confirmed that I was not hallucinating. It was made out of a ding-a-ling from a barnyard animal. I didn’t ask how or why or what-the-heck. I don’t want to know the answer. I am sure PETA is going to find him and pour paint on him. But I had to get a picture.
Cheers to you Mitch, a great and most interesting boss!