What a glorious lie you people spew. I see your posts for employment on Poached, we all do. We also saw the aftermath after one of us committed suicide. The back of house expendable. And when he died, you chose to post about it on Instagram before telling the staff, his friends, his family; a casualty of war I suppose. An unplanned break in the never ending weight of making money. The never ending confusion about what it means to operate a restaurant. Itโ€™s a Collection of failure. I hope that every one of your restaurants burns to the fucking ground. Then maybe, that work life balance you tout will actually come to fruition. Maybe then you wonโ€™t work people to actual death. Shame on you.