Trente ans de restauration racontés comme une guérilla. Burn-out, engueulades, instants de grâce. Pas de paillettes, pas un show télé, mais la salle et la cuisine comme un champ de bataille. , un chaos par service. Récit trash, drôle et tendre qui dit qu’il vaut mieux brûler en enfer que s’éteindre en silence.
Thirty years in the restaurant industry told like urban warfare. Burnouts, blow-ups, flashes of grace. No glitter, no TV show—just the dining room and the line as a battlefield. A song for every chapter, chaos for every service. A trashy, funny, tender memoir that says it’s better to burn in hell than fade out in silence.
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