Here’s the thing about cooks: We’re all adrenaline junkies. Feral workaholics. And most of us are incapable of the nine-to-five grind. It takes a special kind of crazy to work in the kitchen. We incessantly complain about the hours, the waitstaff, the guests, and even the debilitating stress. But given an option or way out, we’d be hard-pressed to find something better suited to our non-conformist personalities—if the lifestyle doesn’t kill us first.
