unfortunately drawing pictures of hot dogs doesn't always pay the rent. so I spend the better part of the week working in the kitchen of one of our city's finer eating establishments.
everything you read in kitchen confidential is true, and more. actually it's a little more like HBO's OZ. cooks beating the hell out of eachother in the back alley over a handful of chives. mysterious fingers sliding into your asscrack while you're trying to plate 45 bowls of watermelon & pancetta gnocchi garnished with dried brazilian dragon fruit chips. bits of broken china stuck in your arm as the chef hurls a stack of plates at the crying cokehead waitress.
but damn if we don't make some freakin' beautiful food.