I bought the guy a Henckel chef's knife, all together heavy & solid, a general tank of a blade. It held an edge and the point never seemed to tip out. It cost a little over $75. The cook finally couldn't deal with the station and walked out on a Saturday night about 2 weeks after I gifted him the knife. He left it in the kitchen and I'm pretty sure he left to persue janitorial work at the local hospital for a few bucks more a hour. Fucking waste.
Anyways, she came back. The knife I mean. Been in my kit through some killer kitchens, and personally helped end the life of thousands of lobsters. I've referred to her as the "Lobster Killer" for a few years now. The tip never bends out. I think people think I'm lying when I talk about how many crustaceans I've personally sent to crustacean heaven. I'm not. Stone cold. What are they anyway, but giant sea bugs? Giant, delicious, buttery sea bugs.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Lobster
The strange thing is, I never considered the knife mine. I'd bought it for another cook and gifted it away. He left it to Fate, and I picked it up, never meaning to add it to my kit. So when a promising intern was talking about buying a new knife, I gave it to him.
Well, yesterday the new kid on the line gets the shock treatment from our boss. He gets a case of the nerves and after service, dropped the knife by accident. It pierced his boot tip first and stabbed his foot. He ended up getting 3 stitches.