My fellow chefs, cooks and dishies.
Sitting here listening Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain I feel a need to write my appreciation for my fellow BOH heroes while writing a new menu in a local bar, eating a hot dog, drinking some foreign beer, and thinking about all the cooks I’ve worked beside over the years.
The dishwashers.
The prep cooks.
The line cooks.
The sous chefs holding the whole thing together with pure determination and integrity.
People outside the industry never really see it. They just see the plate.
But every good service is built by exhausted chefs and cooks sweating their asses off behind a swinging door because they actually give a damn, for that my fellow comrades I can only wish you a simple service.
So this is just appreciation for the BOH lifers still showing up burned, tired, underpaid, and proud anyway.
For that I can only thank you, wish my American cooks a speedy and successful Mother’s Day, and my European brothers/sisters and happy Sunday night.
Enjoy that wine.
Enjoy that beer.
Eat the damn hotdog.
You’ve earned it <3