You're one of us
Because you’re not here to play nice.
You’ve scraped fryer gunk off your skin. You’ve burned your forearms on the oven rack for a living. You’ve plated beauty in chaos while screaming “BEHIND” at the top of your lungs.
You know the rage in the walk-in. The bruised knuckles from punching stainless steel. The cigarettes behind the dumpster. The shift drinks that turn into confessions no one remembers but everyone respects.
You’ve served drunk assholes and still said “Yes, chef.” You’ve bled on the line and kept going. You’ve had your sanity 86’d mid-service and came in tomorrow anyway.
You don’t want cute aprons or influencer bullshit. You want something real. Raw. Unfiltered. Something that says “I fucking EARNED this.”
That’s why you’re here. That’s why you belong with us.
We’re the outlaw crew. The culinary pirates. The unrepentant sinners who serve flavor and fuck expectations.
No filters. No apologies. Just the truth of the line, worn on your chest.
Welcome the fuck home.
