NashPhilly

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The weirdest part about leaving the kitchen wasn’t the hours.

It wasn’t the stress.
It wasn’t the burns.
It wasn’t even the money.

It was losing the chaos.

Most chefs don’t realize how addicted we become to pressure.

Tickets flying.
People yelling.
Hot pans everywhere.
Rushes so busy you forget to drink water for 8 hours.

Then one day you leave hospitality…

And normal life feels TOO quiet.

I started a food truck after 12 years in kitchens.

First few months I thought:
“This is amazing. I escaped.”

Then after a while I realized something strange…

I missed service.

Not the suffering.
Not the toxic stuff.
But the feeling of being in the trenches with people who understood you.

Because kitchen people are different.

Dark humour.
Thick skin.
Fast thinking.
No ego during service.
Absolute psychopaths under pressure.

You can’t really explain it to outsiders.

Now I work for myself.
I make more money.
I have more freedom.
I actually see my family.

And for the first time ever…
my effort directly affects MY life.

But every now and then when I hear a ticket printer in another restaurant…

something in my brain wakes up again.

And I know some of you understand exactly what I mean.