Have any of you found your true love while working in a professional (or non-) kitchen? What about the "Romeo and Juliet" scenario of front- and back-of-the-house romance? I met my future husband while working as a chef-he applied for a job and was a great hire. Funny, we can't seem to work in the kitchen together anymore. Lots of "You're not going to do it like that, are you?" I guess it's because I'm not his boss anymore.