The Omelette Emporium. (You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs)

A friend of mine loved his omelettes, he was quite well off and decided to open up an omelette emporium.
For a few years he was lucky enough to have a Michelin starred chef working for him producing great omelettes wonderfully seasoned, exciting fillings and perfectly cooked. Unfortunately, this chef got a bit disillusioned with making omelettes and couldn’t quite find the same quality of ingredients he used to be able to. So, they decided to part company.

I should mention we used to occasionally go to a ramshackle greasy spoon for a bacon butty, because there was a guy there, producing great bacon butties with what he had to work with, actually he’d worked at a couple of places and always did great bacon butties.

Anyway I digress, he hired a new chef, nice bloke, solid cook and to be fair to him he produced a decent omelette. Problem was the omelettes weren’t anything special or exciting, no fancy exotic fillings and to be honest they were a bit bland, dull if you like, lacking seasoning and flair.

Fed up of the dull fair being served up my friend decided to part company with this chef and look for someone else.
He chatted to me about the bacon butty guy at the greasy spoon, we both agreed that he did an amazing job of making bacon butties with what he had to work with and thought wow I wonder what he could do in a modern fully equipped kitchen with the latest gadgets and a budget to buy the best ingredients. So the bacon butty guy was tempted away from the greasy spoon, turns out he’d always wanted to try his hand in a classier environment.

First week we sampled a few omelettes, they were kind of ok, bit rough round the edges, but the emporium did ok customers were still coming in to see what the new cook was doing. My friend is a patient guy, he decided to give the new chef a bit more time after all he needed to get used to the new environment and fancy equipment he had. Plus he made great bacon butties when at the greasy spoon,

The next week we tried the omelettes again, this time they tasted a bit weird and had bits of shell in them, when questioned the new chef explained that he thought he may have some bad eggs, plus there where some eggs bought in from a local farm their shells seem to be really tough and he was having trouble cracking them, but he’s working really hard and will find a way to crack the tough eggs and get rid of the bad ones, trust me he said, oh and the bits of shell, sorry about that but you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs boss.

As the weeks went by things got worse the omelettes were awful, customers were leaving in their droves and there were allegations of food poisoning the business was in trouble and there was a real risk of it going under.
Now my friend had never really been what you’d call a hands on boss, but he decided to go and spend a day in the omelette emporiums kitchen to see what was going on. He’d given the chef a big new budget and told him to go and find some new extra special eggs and was interested to know how his money had been spent. The chef met him at the emporiums door. Hi boss, he said, boy have I been working hard this week, but good news, I’ve been getting rid of the bad eggs and I’ve searched the world to get some new eggs, I have some eggs coming in for next month, from good barns on the other side of the world, some are a little older than ideal but really good pedigree they will go down a treat here. Oh great said my friend, erm can we go down into the kitchen? Sure thing boss said the chef, you’ll see how hard I’ve been working.

They entered the kitchen. My friend was met with a foul stench and the kitchen was in disarray, sat in a corner was a camping stove with an old burnt pan resting on it, the rest of the fancy equipment was piled up in a corner ruined and, and sledge hammers what, why, why are there sledge hammers in here and what is that smell? Ah the sledge hammers boss, you know those tough eggs I mentioned, I told you I’d find a way to crack them, works a treat boss, not one of them left uncracked all of them smashed. The smell my friend asked again what’s the smell? Manure boss, eggs come from a farm so does manure so I store the eggs in manure, that has to work doesn’t it? To be honest I haven’t really worked with eggs before it won’t make them bad or anything will it? My friend was flabbergasted, you have covered my fine ingredients in manure and ask me if it will make them bad? And the fine equipment what’s happened with that?
The chef looked shocked, that pan and camping stove has always worked for my bacon and to be honest I’ve never really had to look after eggs before, bacon I’m good with bacon I’m working really hard its not my fault these damn eggs don’t cook like bacon, look how hard I’ve smashed em and I’ve got the best bacon pan known to man, why won’t these damn eggs make a decent omelette WHY ITS NOT MY FAULT IT’S THE EGGS THEY’RE ROTTEN, I've broken them all and everyone knows you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.

The omelette emporium is no more the customers stopped coming its place on the high street has been taken over by a boiled egg emporium, incidentally they are using some of the eggs sourced by the bacon chef, he’d actually found some decent products.
My friend no longer has a store on the high street, he actually rescued the bacon pan and stove from his ruined kitchen and has a little bacon butty van in a lay by now.

Brilliant, eggstrodinary !

I'm not reading all that. It'll scramble what brain I've got left, after last night

Brilliant that - superb allegory.