A lifetime ago, I worked in a restaurant. A couple to be exact, though one was short lived. Another story for another day.
Anyhow, I started as a busser then worked my way up to a waiter, a position where the real money was made - though my wage was $2.15/hour. So, yeah.
Throughout my time in the industry, one position always eluded me; the kitchen. I admired the fashion in which they cooked. They seemed to make magic happen on the grill - a modern day alchemist in my opinion.
But since I was FOH, I was never really welcomed. I was the pretty boy that didn’t get his hands dirty. They were the purveyors of taste that worked in the trenches.
As I got older, I got into photography. My first gig was covering restaurants, chefs, and their kitchens for a food magazine.
I had finally made it to the kitchen!
And, ever since then I can’t get enough of it.