Hot in the kitchen
According to these local restaurant workers, the only thing steamier than the Viking stoves is what happens after the last diner leaves.
Chef de cuisine, Lincoln Park
I was working at this dinner theater in the South Suburbs, and our Christmas parties, which were held in the theater/restaurant, were always crazy. There was a ton of booze, drugs, and then not only did you have the usual brigade of horny cooks and waitstaff, but add to the mix all these actors and theater-company folks, and you had this mad stew. During the party, I walked up into the balcony and there was an orgy going on that included the executive chef banging our hostess from behind. I ran away and I don’t think they saw me. It was funny, though, on Monday when everybody acted like nothing happened. I never said anything, because I mean, you can’t really say to your boss, “Hey, I saw you bangin’ the hostess.”