Careful readers may have noticed that a lot of the food Chez Cookie- crumb is prepared by Cranky. Especially the short-order stuff; he's really fast and efficient.
Cranky used to work as a Salad and Sandwich Man in a hotel restaurant. (He brags that he was paid rather well for his services in that particular economy: $5/hr. And considering that the federal minimum wage then was $2/hr., he was.)
Cranky isn't as enamored of slow cooking: stewing, baking, roasting... though he's very handy with the all-day water smoker as long as you ration his access to wood chunks.
So standing on his tired old feet in the kitchen for hours at a time is not a huge issue. (And in case you didn't know, smoking ribs all day requires a lot of sitting in lounge chairs, with bottles of Budweiser, and not too much standing.)
Even so, today Cranky is test-driving a pair of soothing, cheffy clogs.
I don't think he's laboring under any self-delusion. He doesn't own a white jacket or black-and-white-checked blousy trousers that I know of — although he was required to wear them at the hotel restaurant in those pre-rock-god-status days. I'm certain there's no toque on his hat rack; that's a firing offense in our pre-nup.
But he's clogging around on the carpet, indoors. If these nifty shoes pass the toe-cramp index (about four hours should be enough time to find out), he's gonna keep them.
By the way, Cranky: Mario has dibs on the orange clogs. Don't even think about it.