Yet once you break the seal and start eating, you can't stop.
That's one of the coolest things about my job. You get satisfaction twice. First there's the "omg it's so beautiful I don't wanna touch it" part followed by a moment of pictures and Instagram post, all decorum and formality still intact. Yet once they dig in and get the killer flavors hiding in the artwork, the instinctual, animal side takes over followed by ten minutes of grunting and snorting, ending with the remnants of sauce being mopped off the plate. I can sit in the kitchen and follow the process, knowing full well that their breakdown of form to that animalistic state was because of my work.