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Malte Sørensen

Head chef 
Geist employee since 2013 

I was an elite-level handball player throughout my youth. I grew up in Brøndby where team sports are a huge part of the community. My father and my stepmother played soccer for Brøndby. My little brother has played soccer since he could walk. My little sister is on the national soccer team. I grew up in that kind of team sports culture. 
Prior to a match, our coach would put on a CD with quiet music, and then we had to visualize the entire match in our minds. For ten minutes, we would lie down and think through the whole course of action. Afterwards, we warmed up and ran laps and went over it all again. We built it up. Built it up to win.

It is the same feeling at Geist. We must not lose. We cannot stand in the kitchen and not be in control. We must be ahead of the game. It is a close combat situation when there are 230 guests in the reservation book. You sweat, but there is no time to wipe off the sweat. That's the feeling I like the best. When we are really under pressure, and it works out. When it goes well. When we win.

We are a large team, and there is a lot of communication. We train all day to prepare for the evening. We are good at helping each other. If you fall behind during the day, you speak up, and you will get help. The hammer will be brought down only if you stay silent and then fail to be ready at 5 p.m. Because that is kick-off time, that's when the guests arrive. Unfortunately, there is no timeout here. Even if you sometimes could use a five minute breather.

We all sit down and eat a meal together before the guests arrive. There is a somewhat uneasy silence at this point. Then we get up from the table, and there is an electricity, a thrill in the air. We chalk up the pitch. A certain sense of tranquility arises in the kitchen when there is full focus on the task ahead and people do not run around. When everyone is just standing still and ready to roll. We hardly need to say anything to each other. Everyone does their thing, and people know their way. It is so practiced, so ingrained. If I lift a plate, it's probably because I need a sauce. So the guy who needs a pot knows that he needs to just wait until I return with the sauce. The atmosphere is great, and the music is loud. We fight, we win.

The beer at the end of the night just tastes better when it has gone well. When everyone has fought their hardest.