Restaurant Confessionals

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  • How I Learned to Hire Chefs Who Aren’t Drug Dealers

    You could tell there was something dodgy about him. He had this toolbox that didn’t have any good knives in it. Even his egg flipper was some novelty thing your mum would buy.

  • My Restaurant Job Made Me Hate Kids

    When I started my job at a restaurant a few years ago, I loved kids. But over time, I've realized that they are tiny terrorists that ruin every meal.

  • Hustling Weed on the Side Helps Keep My Restaurant Open

    Welcome back to Restaurant Confessionals, where we talk to the unheard voices of the restaurant industry from both the front-of-house (FOH) and back-of-house (BOH) about what really goes on behind the scenes at your favorite establishments. In this...