I’m a scientist by profession, and an amateur photographer by passion. I love food. So much so that, at one point, I thought about throwing it all away-the lab coat, the research-to chase the heat of a professional kitchen. I wrote to my favorite chef, half-expecting to be ignored. Instead, he gave me an offer: come work a weekend service and see for myself.
Three days. The hardest, most grueling work I’ve ever done. The kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones. By the end of it, I understood-cooking at home is an act of love, but in a restaurant, it’s war. The people who do this for a living? They’re built different. My respect to all of them. They earn it every single day.
Hope you like these shots!!
by bsdk94
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Wow, actually a tad bit emotional. Thank you for this.
This is so touching and beautiful. It will break you body but hopefully not your spirit
I love the second photo. It looks like it’s both 1955 and 2025.
I rather be an amateur photographer than a line cook, but life had it the other way around lol Great writing and photos Brother, thank you 🙏🏼
Not many people realise how it can be.. we need more like you. 💯
It’s not war.
It’s a strange hum and buzz to a weekend service that’s tough to explain unless you’re there to bear witness firsthand. I’m glad he extended the offer to you, it’s the only way to really understand.
Perception is worth its weight in gold these days