“Gooooooood morning Vietnam!” I shouted as I walked into the restaurant kitchen.

“Dude, it’s 4:00 pm,” one of my line cooks grumbled at me.

“And this isn’t Vietnam,” added my sous chef.

I smiled back. “No but it’s Valentine’s Day on a Friday, and I’m not ‘dude’ to you. I’m your fucking boss, so put some respect on my name.”

He flipped me off. Ah well. I set up my station, making sure to ge...