Years ago, in a kitchen I part-owned, I watched a chef come apart at a line cook during a Friday rush. Full opera. Pans, volume, the works. And the kid on the receiving end did something I’ve never f…
Years ago, in a kitchen I part-owned, I watched a chef come apart at a line cook during a Friday rush. Full opera. Pans, volume, the works. And the kid on the receiving end did something I’ve never f…


