I've never met a group of people who both hate and love their jobs in equal, fervent measure as much as line cooks do
Like...do we all love cooking? Yes. We want to put out good food and craft recipes for the menu and handle rushes without a hitch in our step and all of us are always playing with flavor profiles and combinations and aspiring to learn as much about food as we can and we want to be promoted and recognized for how good we are
And yet at the same fucking time all of us hate working the line. You want the most difficult dish on the menu? Fuck you. Five plus entrees on a ticket? We are dreaming of your death. You want a split or a complicated mod? The entire line is mocking you mercilessly and cursing every god we know the name of. Brunch or a special menu? Everyone is ready to walk out at the slightest provocation do not fucking test us
Line cooks literally never stop bitching we all hate our jobs so so so fucking much and yet we're all still here with our personal knife kits costing hundreds of dollars and kitchen related tattoos
