When a person dines in a restaurant, little thought is given to those in the kitchen preparing the food.
They are sons and daughters, fathers and mothers. They are students and graduates. They are people with stories of sadness and success, of triumphs and tragedies. They are Bucs fans and Dolphins fans, Drake fans and Cher fans. They are people who leave home each day and go to work so that we may enjoy our meals. They are the faceless, nameless, human shapes behind the swinging kitchen door.
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