I Still Believe in the Work

Season 1 gave this newsletter its voice. Season 2 is where I stop being polite about it. I went quiet for a while. Because I did not want to say things just to say it. Our industry is drowning in noise: hot takes, recycled quotes, and leadership language so polished it slides right off the moment a real service gets hard.

I am just not interested in adding to that pile. So, if I am coming back to this table, I am coming back with something real.

I still believe in the work.

Not the idea of it. Not the LinkedIn version of it. The actual work. Showing up when the day is heavy. Doing something right when nobody is checking. Leaders who still know what the walk-in looks like on a Friday night. Hospitality that makes people feel something because someone gave a shit.

I have experienced the long days, the brutal rooms, the burned-out teams, the shortcuts, the owners who want more with less, and a hundred moments where lowering the bar would have been easier. I still believe the work matters.

So no, this season does not open with a complaint. It opens with a conviction.

Franck-ly? I still believe in the work.

Amuse-Bouche – What’s on My Mind

I believe in the work because the work raised me. Simple as that.

I was not even fifteen when I walked into my first kitchen. Cocky, hungry, and convinced I was ready. I was not even close, and everyone in that kitchen knew it within five minutes. The kitchen did what kitchens do. It put me in my place. It humbled me. Then it built me back up, one correction at a time. It taught me that ambition is worth nothing until it is backed by repetition, a lot of discipline, and the patience to earn the next step.

I remember the early mornings. The station that had to be perfect before service even crossed anyone’s mind. The chef who corrected the same detail fifteen times until I finally got it. The sauce that was not there yet. The garnish that was sloppy. The plate that was “close,” which, in that kitchen, meant wrong.

At fifteen, I thought some of it was overkill. Today, I know better. Those details built my eye, my patience, and every standard I still hold.

That is what the work does when you respect it. It takes raw energy and turns it into skill. It takes pride and gives it a backbone. It takes pressure and turns it into maturity. And it teaches you the one lesson that never expires: the way you do the small things is the way you do everything. Hospitality gave me that. The kitchens, the hotels, the mentors, the tough seasons, the people who pushed harder than I thought was fair. They gave me a craft. They gave me a path. And I worked my way into it.

And I have watched the same thing happen to others more times than I can count. Young cooks finding their confidence. Supervisors becoming real leaders. Entire teams waking up because someone finally raised the bar and stuck around long enough to help them clear it.

Franck-ly, that is why I will never stop believing in the work. I am living proof of what it can do.

Table for One

When did the work become something, you manage instead of something you respect?

Be honest with yourself on this one. I've had to be.

It happens to the best of us. You start close. You taste the sauce before it leaves the pass. You spot the lazy garnish from across the line. You see the server drop a plate without a word about what’s on it. You catch the room signed off with fingerprints on the mirror. You hear the front desk agent processing a guest instead of welcoming one. You feel it when pre-shift has no pulse, when the host stand has lost control, when the kitchen is moving but nobody’s talking.

You know, because you are close enough to see it before the guest does. Then you get promoted. The calendar fills up. Meetings. Reports. Labor. Budgets. Owners who want answers yesterday. And little by little, without ever deciding to, you start leading from the office instead of the floor.

the truth is - you did not stop caring. Leadership just got heavier. I get it.

But that is exactly when the work needs your respect the most. Let’s be real about what the numbers can’t tell you. A labor report shows hours. It does not show the cook running in circles because the station was never set properly. A guest score says arrival felt flat. It does not show the moment your agent stopped listening and started typing. A food cost report says margin slipped. It does not show the portion that grew a little every night because nobody stood at the pass. A productivity number says you are overstaffed. It does not show that three people are working and two are "hiding".

The report tells you what happened. The floor tells you why. I have witnessed leaders get really good at running the business while slowly losing the craft that made anyone follow them in the first place. They can talk payroll, covers, cost, and revenue all day. But put them in the dining room on a busy night and they can’t read it anymore. They manage the work. The work no longer sharpens them.

And trust me, your team is the first one to notice. They know when you are walking the floor to tick a box and when you are walking it because you actually care. They know when your feedback comes from what you remember and when it comes from what you just saw.

Respecting the work keeps you honest. It keeps your standards believable and your leadership grounded. Because this business is built in thousands of small moments nobody puts on a slide, and every single one of them shapes what the guest walks away with.

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Boiling Point (2021)

Some films about our industry are made by people who have watched a kitchen. This one was made by someone who has worked in one. Director Philip Barantini cooked for years before picking up a camera, and it shows.

One London restaurant. The busiest Friday before Christmas. Stephen Graham as head chef Andy Jones. And the whole film is shot in a single continuous take. No cuts. No breaks. Just like service. Franck-ly, within ten minutes I was back on the line. The tickets stacking up, the guest rewriting the menu, the front of house promising what the kitchen can’t deliver, the cook one comment away from walking out. I ahve worked that night. So have you.

But I want you to watch what the chaos reveal.

Andy drifted. Andy is talented, loves the craft, and has a team that respects him. Yet before the first guest sits down, a health inspector downgrades the restaurant. Not for anything dramatic. For logs that were not kept. Small things that slipped while his head was somewhere else. That is how it happens in real life. Nobody decides to lower the standard. You get tired, life gets heavy, and you tell yourself you will catch up tomorrow. The standard erodes, one skipped check at a time, until a Friday night exposes everything.

Watch Carly. His sous chef is the one actually holding the kitchen together. She sees what is slipping, covers the gaps, and carries the weight Andy should be carrying, until she has had enough. Every one of us has had a Carly. Some of us have been one. And some of us have been the reason one was exhausted.

Then watch Beth. Beth runs the front of house through reviews, image, and the owner’s expectations. She is not a villain. But she manages the restaurant from a distance. She knows the numbers. She does not feel the kitchen.

That’s our Table for One question on screen. Beth never knew the work. Andy knew it and lost his grip. Carly is the only one still standing in it. Which one have you been lately?

Why I still believe. Some people walk away from this show thinking it is an argument against our industry. I see a room full of people who keep showing up anyway, hoping to be led well. That is the work. It deserves better than distracted leadership.

Before You Go

This industry is not easy. It never was. It will never be. But after all these years, I still believe the work is worth it. So, this week, get closer to it. Walk the floor. Taste the sauce. Notice your people.

Season 2 is just getting started. There is a seat at this table for you.

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