First post here so be easy on me.
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This happened about 3 years ago during our busy season at an upscale Italian restaurant in the Midwest.
I run restaurants for a living, I’ve been cooking since I was 15 and had worked my way up to executive chef of a few reputable establishments. If you’ve worked in the industry before you know just how cutthroat, high energy, and high tension it can be while working in close quarters with every different type of person imaginable.
I think Anthony Bourdain said it best – Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who’d just as soon cut each other’s throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.
It wasn’t just men though, every so often you’ll find a woman who thrives off of the atmosphere and adrenaline rush just like the rest of us crazy fucks. That woman, in this instance, was Brittney.