Dress the Part
By John Kinsella, CMC, CCE, WGMC, AAC
One of the most common noncompliance issues among programs seeking
ACF accreditation is the dress code.
In 1986, my program was one of the first to be ACFEI accredited,
along with Columbus State, Johnson County Community College in Kansas
and Orange County Community College in California. Looking back, and
after visiting the recent national Accrediting Commission meeting, I
have come to the conclusion that we've come a long way since those
days.
Today we have more than 200 programs that our commission takes care
of, and because of our accreditation team's hard work, we are now able
to accredit baccalaureate degree programs through the Council for Higher
Education Accreditation, as well as associate and diploma/certificate
programs.
I am so proud of the great work our commission does. These dedicated
professionals enforce our standards and continue to raise the bar. As I
sat in and watched the commission at work, I was amazed to learn that
the two noncompliance issues that are most common are sanitation and not
adhering to uniform polices.
Simple stuff, but the biggest issue seems to be the dress code. Here
we go again, back to basics. As a professional chef, I take pride in my
uniform. But it seems that the sloppier or more colorfully we dress, the
more we feel we are in vogue or are making a statement. Many of us have
served in the military, and if we were improperly dressed, we would take
a quick march to the guardroom and be severely punished, such as
confined to camp for 30 days.
Why is there such an aversion to dressing properly? Or, why would we
dress in black uniforms in a 120ºF kitchen? When I go into a
professional kitchen, I expect chefs and cooks to be in properly
starched uniforms, kerchiefs on, aprons properly tied, shoes polished
and wearing a toque.
About six years ago, I visited a kitchen where one of my students was
working. As I entered the kitchen through the back door, I observed a
gentleman in blue jeans and a dirty T-shirt and apron who introduced
himself as the chef. I asked him in my gentle Irish way why he dressed
like that. He replied, "I'm too busy to dress up," and added that his
boss didn't care as long as his customers and the numbers were
satisfied.
I felt sorry for him, because along the way, the person who taught
him must have had no personal professional pride and no reasonable care
for the aspiring cook he was training. I invited him to our institute,
and gave him the royal tour. He was so impressed, he asked me to mentor
him to become a better chef.
Eventually, he came to school, graduated, and today is certified and
a great ACF member. He is adamant about his kitchen staff being properly
dressed, and you could eat off his kitchen floor. I regard him as a
dedicated professional chef and friend, and I am sure there are many
more stories we all could tell about impacting a fellow culinarian's
life.
Accreditation sets standards to allow us to grow as an institution
and a federation, and it assists us in developing great future
culinarians. And, most of all, it keeps us on our toes. So the next time
you meet a commission member, shake his or her hand and say "thank you"
for protecting our standards and assisting us to grow as an
organization. We will continue to grow because of their great efforts,
and our next generation of chefs will look back with pride at having
been part of an American Culinary Federation Foundation accredited
program.