Ever dated a chef? It can be a dysfunctional slog: enabling his 12-hour work days, waking up at 1 a.m. to a kitchen of his work buddies doing Fernet shots around the dinette, and living through the perennial reek of garlic on his fingers. But seriously? We'd put up with all of it -- every last blast of clammy, line-cook sweat-stink on the chef's jacket he drops on the floor before staggering into bed - for a chance to call one of these San Francisco chefs our boo.
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