The Tourist
12-12-2008, 01:59 PM
To you high-end restaurant chefs, or perfectionists, please read the complete tale.
There is an urban legend I heard about a poor college student that needed a beater car to get to campus. He read the want ads and found a listing which read, "Chevy, fifty bucks." That he could afford.
When he got off the bus at the location, he found he was in a very upscale neighborhood. He walked up to the address, at a mansion, and sheepishly asked the butler about the car. The lady of the house appeared.
She took the student to a well appointed collector's garage, stepped up to a car under a cover, and threw back the canvas.
She revealed a big block 427, 1963 candy red, split-window Corvette. One of perhaps a few thousand ever built.
Agasp, the student informed her that such a car was priceless, and the request for fifty dollars was an error.
The madam calmy replied, "My husband ran off with his mistress. I received a cable from him this morning which read, "Sell the 'Vette, send the money."
Up until now, I never came close to that type of luck. Until now.
Last year my wife suggested I buy a Japanese laminate knife and sharpen it. With this sample, she asked that I go to local Japanese restaurants and allow the chefs or sushi artists to use it. Only last month did I actually do this. And the real-deal Japanese chef was none too eager to give the knife back. I had only paid fifty bucks for the knife.
So this morning I figured I'd resharpen the knife and loan it out again.
But as the professional tinkers here will tell you, sometimes something happens. For some reason, either dumb-luck construction, a perfect heat treat, a superior polishing or a stellar combination, a knife gets unusually sharp.
Perhaps one-in-a-hundred is remarkable.
Well, I've been a private, semi-professional and professional tinker for about fifteen years. And I've seen a lot of junk, and I've seen some awe inspiring cutlery. This knife is one of the spookiest, toastiest knives I have ever had--if not the sharpest!
In the reply below, is a common, used, scratched, clad (not hammered and folded) garden variety santuko. Thrown into a pile, you'd probably pick right over it. Don't be fooled.
For some reason, this is knife surpasses reality. It is freakishly sharp. It floats through newsprint. Even its tip and heel are like needles!
This knife is the 1963 split-window of polished edges!
I'm going to find a professional chef. I'm going to send him the knife. I'm going to ask him to cut something. And then I'm going to ask him to send me 500 dollars.
Without a doubt, I will receive payment infull within a few days...
There is an urban legend I heard about a poor college student that needed a beater car to get to campus. He read the want ads and found a listing which read, "Chevy, fifty bucks." That he could afford.
When he got off the bus at the location, he found he was in a very upscale neighborhood. He walked up to the address, at a mansion, and sheepishly asked the butler about the car. The lady of the house appeared.
She took the student to a well appointed collector's garage, stepped up to a car under a cover, and threw back the canvas.
She revealed a big block 427, 1963 candy red, split-window Corvette. One of perhaps a few thousand ever built.
Agasp, the student informed her that such a car was priceless, and the request for fifty dollars was an error.
The madam calmy replied, "My husband ran off with his mistress. I received a cable from him this morning which read, "Sell the 'Vette, send the money."
Up until now, I never came close to that type of luck. Until now.
Last year my wife suggested I buy a Japanese laminate knife and sharpen it. With this sample, she asked that I go to local Japanese restaurants and allow the chefs or sushi artists to use it. Only last month did I actually do this. And the real-deal Japanese chef was none too eager to give the knife back. I had only paid fifty bucks for the knife.
So this morning I figured I'd resharpen the knife and loan it out again.
But as the professional tinkers here will tell you, sometimes something happens. For some reason, either dumb-luck construction, a perfect heat treat, a superior polishing or a stellar combination, a knife gets unusually sharp.
Perhaps one-in-a-hundred is remarkable.
Well, I've been a private, semi-professional and professional tinker for about fifteen years. And I've seen a lot of junk, and I've seen some awe inspiring cutlery. This knife is one of the spookiest, toastiest knives I have ever had--if not the sharpest!
In the reply below, is a common, used, scratched, clad (not hammered and folded) garden variety santuko. Thrown into a pile, you'd probably pick right over it. Don't be fooled.
For some reason, this is knife surpasses reality. It is freakishly sharp. It floats through newsprint. Even its tip and heel are like needles!
This knife is the 1963 split-window of polished edges!
I'm going to find a professional chef. I'm going to send him the knife. I'm going to ask him to cut something. And then I'm going to ask him to send me 500 dollars.
Without a doubt, I will receive payment infull within a few days...