French Expression: dans le jus
Translation: In the juice
Every kitchen has expressions for when things are going really really badly. In American kitchens we often say “in the weeds”. But in France it’s: dans le jus.
During the service there sometimes arrives a moment where you have tons of orders to fill all at the same time. This is normal. If the front of the house has booked the whole restaurant for 8:00 P.M. then there is really no way to get around it.
But in America we have this little thing called a COMPUTER where servers can input the orders and then the entire menu pops at each individual station through a little ticket machine. Each course is fired off via COMPUTER when it’s time to plate the next course. You post your little tickets up at your station and then fill them in the order they arrive unless the executive chef wants to go ahead with a different table first.
If you’re a visual learner, like me, then you’ll appreciate being able to see your orders.
But we don’t do that in France. We do everything verbally. The orders come in (up to 8 courses) and you must memorize it on the spot. We often seat 80 people a night so imagine memorizing that many orders. When a long order comes in you have to know what the dish ahead of yours is to be sure to get your plate prepared and ready to go. And mind you, one station could possibly have several different courses to fulfill for one table.
Are you following me here? Because I’m confusing myself already.
So there’s this horrifying moment when one is dans le jus when the chef starts calling out complete menus as well as courses to be finished at the same time. (my French is remedial remember) and you’re trying to finish one plate when another one has to go out before it and then another order comes in and you’ve already forgotten it because you were struggling to just get something to the pass.
Do you see where I”m heading?
And your whole station looks like a tornado swept through it. Shit everywhere. Plates half finished. And you’ve forgotten the rest of the orders that just came in. Did I mention: forgotten the orders that just came in?
Now, I am doubly dans le jus because I can’t count. If you want to be a chef, learn how to count in every language in the universe, because it will make life easier. The French word for ‘six’ which is also spelled the same in French but pronounced: seece, sounds awfully close to the French word for ‘ten’ which is ‘dix‘, prounounced: deece. Oh, and ‘eight’ is ‘huit‘ in French pronounced: wheet.
Seece, deece, wheet.
Need I say more?
But I am dans le jus in more ways than one. I’m training with another Chef de Partie so I can take his station and he can move to another one and a commis (cook) who both have more experience than me. Not in everything of course, but certainly when it comes to vegetables. Give me a rack of lamb, a chicken, a pigeon, a rabbit, a baby boar or any other feathered or fury critter and I’ll school you in preparation, but show me a carrot and I haven’t the faintest idea what to do with it. (ahem)
So basically right now, everyone thinks I’m stupid. No one has confidence in me. And I might as well be invisible because I don’t speak French. It takes me twice as long to understand. Twice as long to prepare everything. Twice as long to re-prepare everything because I’ve done it wrong the first time.
DANS LE JUS!
It occured to me the other day just how behind I am in the French system of educating cooks, when I looked over to see a 17 year old boy chopping mushrooms razor thin for duxelles at a speed and accuracy that would take me years to master. I thought to myself: by the time he’s my age he will be light years ahead. Talk about learning curve.
Dans le jus, dans le jus, dans le jus.
But you know what? I have have something they don’t have. I have tons of world experience. I have not lived my whole life inside a kitchen. I’m a trained actor, credentialed teacher, and an accomplished cook. And, I know some day when I have my own restaurant I will use everything that I have learned here, but I will add my creativity and my own personality in a way that represents my background.
I can only say right now, that I am thankful that the chefs have faith in me. It’s not exactly normal to be a thirty-something, still learning, female cook in this environment. And, I hope to live up to their expectations. I will live up to their expectations.
In the meantime I intend to take up swimming lessons so I can paddle my way out of this juice.
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Dans le jus…
dans le jus
At least you’re not in Russe
Charlotte Russe I mean…
How do they say “Keep truckin'” in French?
you will get out of le jus even if it’s only to go home to sleep.
Oh I’m eating a carrot by the way
And cooking an “Amy’s Organic Pizza” at this moment 🙂
Oh God, I feel your pain. I have no head for memorization at all. (Unless it’s a very random and obscure fact that no one could possibly ever expect to have a use for…) Therefore, my favorite quote:
” Why bother remembering anything when you can just write it down?”
— Einstein
Drag them over to Hotelympia in London or some other trade show and show them the miracle of a Point of Sale system. But I guess you have…damn yanks!
Aww I love those moments. Those moments are what made me want to become a chef, it gives me chills thinking about it. Amazing plates flying out of the kitchen that derives from so much chaos.
“Controled chaos”
sounds absolutely terrifying to me. keep those oars paddling!
This is the stuff of my worst nightmares, and have lived through in an English speaking kitchen. Brava for your guts to carry on in the notorious French kitchen and a Michelin starred one to boot. Molto, molto brava. I found your blog a while back and have so enjoyed your kitchen stories especially, your descriptions are so funny and on the money. Thanks.
Damn! I just discovered your blog and while you may have been juiced (in a frech manner) you can add talented writer to your list of non-kitchen accomplishments.
Your posts offer grace, ironic humor, and just enough description to paint a vivid mental picture while allowing me to visualize the details I’m familliar with.
Nicely done. I’ve added your blog to my list, I’ll be back.
Coming from someone that would DIE without post-it notes, that is one of the scariest things that I’ve read in a long while 😮
Bon courage! It will click and you will be fine. We are all rooting for you.
Question: Any ideas on where to find good whipping cream in Paris?
I love this expression “dans le jus” — I may have to start using it in my daily life.
I just discovered your blog and really love it — a marvelous adventure story. You are living the dream in Paris! I look forward to reading more.
Didn’t you go through the same thing when you were learning to prepare the feathered, furry creatures? You will survive.
Do not give up the fight.This is your firdt days so shit will happen no matter what.
So re-load and move on.
You inspire me.
Good luck.
“Mark of a chef: messy apron, clean sleeves!”
Ratatouille didn’t say anything about being dans le jus…
Determination. Another of your strong points. Ms Glaze, you WILL exceed their expectations. I am so sure that I will be reading you telling the story of how you swon out of that “jours dans le jus” in a french 3 stars kitchen some day in the future. Keep it going!!! 🙂
Uber
P.S. BTW I just score another big point thanks to the stuffed chicken breast 😉
I love reading ur posts, primarily because I can relate…its 2 am est back stateside and I just had one of the nights you so colorfully explained…the tickets absolutely roared in, like the Armageddon was approaching…since you would probably file me under the young cook category, i will leave you this peace of mind, we are just as jealous of u…i mean poise, maturity and consciousness are all things we loath for…the execution can be taught, the other stuff only comes with time, and unfortantely, there is nothing i can do to move time ahead…u however, can learn the motions, and it sounds like u will…keep me posted…i might find myself in paris in the not to far future…
later…
greg k-c
Yikes, sounds like a stressful environment. Keep with it–I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough. 🙂
Courage!
My sympathies. I’m a 30yo woman, about to graduate culinary school and working in my first kitchen, and I cannot imagine attempting to do so in another country, the language of which I do not speak, let alone having it be France. I’m having a hard enough time of it Stateside.
You’ll get through it, though, and so will I.
And, by the way, this past Thanksgiving, my entire family came out to Seattle to have the holiday meal in my new house. They love to help me cook big holiday meals, and for me to give them brigade titles. I read them your post on speaking French like a chef, and they adored it! They “Oui, Chef!”‘d me for the rest of the day.
Rnjoy the site very much, in Florida My brother is a Chef my other two brothers can cook, me not too good, but being in Paris a few years ago loved the food, anyways My french Friend is trying too teach me too make crepes,maybe some day. ha
You know, I sympathize with you, I mean I used to have that problem years ago! Now I am the chef of a Union establishment where I have cooks who can’t be fired, who are old enough to be my grandfather and won’t retire, worst they can’t cook for shit! So I would say your doing quite nicely!